these hands are conductors of faith anymore
elemental aerialists feigning transubstantiation
waving through hack orchestrations of the ejaculatory
and soliciting silhouettes as one might the word
between this left and this right
and where one might normally find science
or the reclamation of nonsense
I am holding something like nothing
in a palm that once cradled schizophrenia
and the tools of a morphemic man
I am resolute in the eyes of colloquial reasoners
and deliberate in my discrimination
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