But the body has no language Listen through axons & clawhammers or cells that ricochet complaints rather than poems. Do not look your blood in the eye. A stimulus burning in the failure of a glance or touch. Hold on to this hieroglyphic obscurity until you understand its teeth. Hold its tongue. Hold its murmuring hand. Do not look at your heart in the mirror. Listen to the language of finger as it tries not to twitch. Comprehension more like an embrace than a sword. Do not listen to your skin. The message is the diminishment of champagne. You find a folder in the heart. Its contents turn into an animal. Maybe a cat. Look at the shadow of the artifact. Decoding the process of light. Involuntary organization – symbols in the world’s transit. More like a branch than a cello. More like a dance than a poem.