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Bones and Blood

the bones of being exists

for structure

in frame

as foundations of

living and all the ands 

standing and all the ands

holding and all the ands

held up by the 

essence that flows from one

to another like a circuit

pulsing and rushing

giving

or not

the whole of living

the one of breathing

two must exist

together

the knowing of being

the one of living

the other of holding

the formation of both

in the blood and bones

the bones and blood

what is on one

is in the other

both are 

the being of being

one not without the other

the other without the one

neither without life

the be of being 

in the blood and bones


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