direction and the way it turns

the torch that he carries and the flame that she brings
back in the days when architecture was electricity
my thought was movement

in whatever body
i had
whatever motions i made

i built walls and burned bridges
fought battles and waged peace
dropped knowledge and bombs

our bodies and the way they touch
water and the way it winds
direction and the way it turns
around and ahead at the same time

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