How my computer-mouse
Swells in discomfort
Hold my hands
Hold my finger's edge
A sadistic movie's gainful pleasure
Erupts lava of my breath
Dust off my window screen
Dust off the scratches of film reel
Let me feel the shot
Let me seal my sight
Walk along the celluloid
To one with my flaming heart
In your feudal fecundity
I have disinherited my familiarity
Not that I have detached my sound boxes
But acquired a muted strength
Dust off my bellowing pain
As tenderness loops towards the oppressed
Your agony went on playing
Revealing whole night dreams
How my computer-mouse...
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