Domesticated Dissonance

A Poem

You cannot
see,
through the quivering contacts 
on your disoriented oculi.  


You must 
feel, 
a body convulsing in dissent,
gyrating within transgression. 


Steep,
let it dizzy you
beyond worlds you have met. 


When you’re 
infused,
with the sensations of impossibility, 
the soma will speak of-


Bones  
that remember, 
cage-free architectures. 


Connective tissues
that articulate, 
interconnected webbing. 


Skin
that hosts, 
wholesome landscapes. 


The Aura of Liberation
is never dead, 
in the body.

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