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Parametric Forms: Poetic Conversations
Jireh Grace Pihoc
Jun 26, 20230 min read
Updated: Feb 13, 2024
Waves sailing through the air
Ant homes, combed out, cave in
Fabric unfolds, trails as western winds blow
Head looms over muscle ruptures
Symphonies from and for the cochlear
Elbow to elbow, arms stretched
Smoke outside our window— joints through the cracks
Needleprick— ways towards horizons our neurons ink inch by inch
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