. how would anyone decipt immediate physical movement, to a worded extract? there was never "the sign"... from chest to forehead... there was only one hand involved... "the sign" only came last... when the left had is to be employed in signifying the gesture for, amen.

               first you kiss
your index and your *******
inner sanctum
(the print),
then you move them
to the centre of your chest,
your heart,
and then you make
"the sign" of moving the same
fingers to your forehead....
and then...
"cross-your fingers"
amen...
  of the Shakespearean
quote of palm touching
like monks kissing....
this is me...
listening to "too many"
templar chants
of monks,
lodged into an essex
suburbia...
  thinking...
the world is not ready
for me,
even with my death being
finite,
it will not be ready...
     revision
of the sign of the cross,
again!
to kiss the inner print
of the index and middle
finger
enticed to make twine...
to touch the heart,
then the forehead...
and sculpt an amen...
for all the beginning...
orthodox:
head, centre,
right to left,
centre
or the catholic:
head, centre,
left to right,
centre....
     i give you...
a gesticulation before
the geometry
of the crucifix...
with the crucifix...
being...
    "revised"...
having lost two limbs...
copernican:
left?
   in copernican terms...
what's left? or what's right?
for irish catholics this will
be a problem...
    i spent 5 ******* hours
staying up late...
listening to the birds waking,
the foxes scuttling into hiding...
and 7am English Sunday
taking place...
****'s sake...
           like summer spent
in a ******* camper van...
                retardo-y-ar-tado...
liberty "conundrum"
requiring footage from
the: drunks of Leicester from
a Saturday get-together...
******* dim-witts more dim
than any wit i could
                 ever hope to possess...
the tragedy of the emblem
of Christianity being...
resembled as:
China's one child policy...
or me... being born
1986... circa the Chernobyll
incident...
   child, solo...
         i can usually spot
a solipsistic argument...
   sure... i do persist in craving
having a brother...
   but a right akin
to an autistic child having
the right of an argument, per se?
       i wished for a brother...
being deemed right
makes me uncomfortable...
        if you want to
counter the given symbolism,
with a new symbolism...
    Christianity...
   and it's universal taming
of: two people only
congregated
to consecrate a futhering
of only one child...
exclusive circumstances...
                       Chinese even...
           of people...
born into a fortitude of
experiencing
siblings...
                what can i tell you?
single child...
i took to deeming
my shadow my brother...
and the hands that
made puppets from g. i. joe
figurines my extensions
of accomplishing
a stance on...
the current, misunderstood,
language of entertaining
sisters...

            fragile...
                      fragile...
                         at what, point?
i can understand lingua proxy...
            a lingua ad hoc...
                  pretty much all
of language, is just that...
but...
the ulterior language
   of ad hominem,
                        of a per se...
       to...
             a shared lineage
within the proximity of either
                brother- or sister-hood?

to father a child is quiet
limited for me
to begin with...
since...
           to have had no sister,
or brother...
       being a son,
that is to become a husband,
or a father...
             to seek
an existential "completion"
with said expressions...
            without a brother,
or a sister?
i'd begin a genesis
from the standpoint
of inadequacy...
       and...
           i much prefer to forgive myself
from averting to breed...
than to breed forth...
some...
          existential monstrosity.