The great skill lies deeper
in every fiber and strenue
stressed across every
bone—leg upon leg,
white upon black.
Smacked in air
yet carved precision
about every toe and hint
of opposition gives out
there—whim upon whim,
with a can of soup
on the ocean’s
temperament.
Still sat’s a movement
of silence protest,
a brief conjugation
of appendage expression
bodily—my upon my,
muscles chameleon wishes
what my eyes ‘ave seen.
Stlick. Stilck. Stilck.
Brain fights body.
Cognitive dissent.
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