The Zeiss
The Zeiss
from that 13th moon you ' d to fight for breath: eyes, vagina, your lens was cold.
But then our shadow-plays were always red. I awoke with the word musculature in my head-
the primitive Zeiss dilated with the mathematical implements of your pornographies: meters, lenses, colour-charts, grey spectrum-sheets, and white-
all these rotated in your skull-disc, and I spread wide as cut-fruit onto a plate-fallen
dilated and captured you. I wondered which of your screens I was playing on?
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