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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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