Heart stopped
when outside
justice.
An ethic disguises,
in callous breath,
a solitary
secretive loyalty
to excessive ownership
the primordial weakness.
(rwm)
"When I knead the
lump of air, our
nourishment, it is
leavened by the letters'
shimmer from the
lunatic-open pore"
(Paul Celan, trans. by Pierre Joris)
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