A woman
like a common noun
spells to me,
kitchen clamps,
knives, boards, scissors
and when my anonymous self is bound
I fear
of ever so forbidden
a hue and cry but
not releasable
this pain, is it synonym
when the God reappears
to hold where up till
I stood,
and the melody who sings this
for me
I stir into again
the seen boundaries.
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