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Description
i.

"language,"
she breathed,
"is a piecework
mannequin
we move
to fit
our motif."

ii.

we take to the streets.
limbs aching; they seek;
the soft words unsaid
do struggle to speak.

we take in the streets;
the tired, the weak,
inspired with dire
desires to lead
lost choirs to sing –
not in tones,
but in pleas on the wing
do beseech –
and to feeding
the fire at our feet.

we thieve the concrete,
deceitful, discreet;
with the words
on our tongues,
we retreat and replete;
shadowed and black
and with lives
incomplete.

iii.

we're shaking
the strings
of your heart
and your knees;
your deepest
secrets
are ours,
there’s no need
for alarm,
for we
have the charm
and believe us –
the harm
is too easy.

and releasing
the chains isn’t
part of the game;
we’ll bend
you to shame
with our taunting;
and our hands curl to fists
and our gaunt fingers
twist;
and our smiles
remain ever-daunting.
and you’ll always
miss our blade’s
violet kiss;
and you’ll wish
for relief
from the
haunting.

iv.

"endlessly,"
he replied,
"they receive
our designs
and move on
to the words
that we speak."

Description
i.

"language,"
she breathed,
"is a piecework
mannequin
we move
to fit
our motif."

ii.

we take to the streets.
limbs aching; they seek;
the soft words unsaid
do struggle to speak.

we take in the streets;
the tired, the weak,
inspired with dire
desires to lead
lost choirs to sing –
not in tones,
but in pleas on the wing
do beseech –
and to feeding
the fire at our feet.

we thieve the concrete,
deceitful, discreet;
with the words
on our tongues,
we retreat and replete;
shadowed and black
and with lives
incomplete.

iii.

we're shaking
the strings
of your heart
and your knees;
your deepest
secrets
are ours,
there’s no need
for alarm,
for we
have the charm
and believe us –
the harm
is too easy.

and releasing
the chains isn’t
part of the game;
we’ll bend
you to shame
with our taunting;
and our hands curl to fists
and our gaunt fingers
twist;
and our smiles
remain ever-daunting.
and you’ll always
miss our blade’s
violet kiss;
and you’ll wish
for relief
from the
haunting.

iv.

"endlessly,"
he replied,
"they receive
our designs
and move on
to the words
that we speak."