you behold yourself dissected,
staring at the disruptions and
decenterings of the body,
lithe and slickly waxen
the cicatrices reach the poetic
and laboriously perfect form,
your merest existence as a bare
life contorted comically
the torture to prepare a wound
a purloined punishment,
an applique of the human center
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