Do no harm.
Leave the war-plane frame of reference
to other puzzle pieces.
We are naked.
We are not.
We are not certain of which
monologue to begin.
So we chant in
unified panting
etching legends
out of rhymes.
Do no harm.
Do no harm.
It matters now that the growing telephones
are charged like neglected
poisons of dampening redials.
Truth is gaining wisdom like
groups of formatted crosses
jumping like splinters
of margarine jars.
We are naked.
We are not.
We are one with living and prepared
for the drying of the hands.
Clean me up and leave me outside.
Sun gone but wind remaining.
Do no harm.
Do no harm.
Do no harm.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
Do no harm.
Leave the war-plane frame of reference
to other puzzle pieces.
We are naked.
We are not.
We are not certain of which
monologue to begin.
So we chant in
unified panting
etching legends
out of rhymes.
Do no harm.
Do no harm.
It matters now that the growing telephones
are charged like neglected
poisons of dampening redials.
Truth is gaining wisdom like
groups of formatted crosses
jumping like splinters
of margarine jars.
We are naked.
We are not.
We are one with living and prepared
for the drying of the hands.
Clean me up and leave me outside.
Sun gone but wind remaining.
Do no harm.
Do no harm.
Do no harm.
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