Dystopian
Scene
bodies,
plenty of them
fitting
each other without
touching
speaking
in rhythm patterns
feet,
hands, fingers
building
a flow of structure, a tempo within
time,
becoming one
aggregated
body, an orchestra
beating
to one heart's song, one love
vessel
performing a masterful path
on
harmony
and
then
the
sound of glass
cutting
the
air, deepening right into
one's
blood cells
crashing
ubiquitous
organs
for
indeterminable
time.
©
2016, José Eduardo Coelho
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