Working through Surrealist Score,

I met with the mouth of the river,

bridged by previously misguided attempts at navigation.

They say mirror-dreams are portals to past anxieties.

Sounds from sonorous self-portraits pushed me forward.

Change the architecture of my body 
through brazen terminology.
I remain devotional to making; 
my muscles – worn and aching.
To be written like thick molasses, 
to be cast in timeless lead.

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