The Cheat
Even lost
I was a found creature,
Saturated in my own kind gestures
The long tongue
curved
and found host
in a quiet moment I’d kept hidden for years
This is the way we pray to each other
as if we don’t know what we want
as if we can’t give each other everything and keep walking through

"As the unity of the modern world becomes increasingly a technological rather than a social affair, the techniques of the arts provide the most valuable means of insight into the real direction of our own collective purposes."