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it's your call (drawing by lurm)

at least half is in how it’s taken.

who touches it, and where

one must remember that motives matter,
[hunger for meaning or unused time]
and so does the life that preceded the glance
[broken from labor or lost at home]
whether clutching shredded bits into the gut like tentacles of an anemone
or reassembling the whole under a microscope
or shredding with an aimless scalpel

i have no part in any

and all happens as it will.