Cut off I arrest
momentum broken
but no bones. Indecent
yes but no incident.
Instinct strengthened,
strength thus threatened
I bristle curse and mutter.
What was it I’m supposed
to do unto another? Turn?
I’m turning. Do they not see
it or is my signal out?
This poem was excerpted from The Elegy Beta.
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