Not
Not all limbs have erections
Sometimes even you have to decide
Which is up
And which is down
Which travels
And which is stationary
Which travels to stations
And which travels aimlessly
And whether desire
Can perhaps best be described
As a train running
Into a tunnel
Take, take, take your platform hands
And rub, I say,
Between train tracks
Not all limbs have erections
Sometimes, sometimes
Even you have to decide
Which is up
And which is down
Which travels
And which is stationary
Which travels to stations
And which travels aimlessly
And whether desire
Can perhaps best be described
As a train running, train running
Into a tunnel
Take, take, take your platform hands
And rub
There is a light
Do you see it?
It shines through the hole
Through your home
How did I get here?
To the land
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