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naked hands

wont you die
for the partition of such gynecologic
Inuits and kraal as a Newfoundland
on a dog night afternoon eating mangetout
nakedness overwhelms all relent
consent and content. In tent
the nurses are a bridal infantry
cheer leaders to the chair ring-leaders
feasting less on drear satisfaction
than the game for swollen heads
for gloss was a crossfire
typhoon in pigment hemophilia

normalcy still treated her Norman
.......... and bought her back all her blood,
legally or incorporation, through wallow
and the injurious ground close height
towering in the presence that his wake aspires
for the divinities that are called peace
they do not eager at each word spoken,
dissolute to loot cranberries and moot
morgue in the building was well opposite
for the authorities thought- why bring death so near
to all whose hopes are bound to shatter?
is it a memory transgress, or circumvent
that sin relishing all pureness and atrocity
barbarous to coagulating and an isle mid-rift
but knee caps now the decapitated recapitulation
should it really have moved nearly for knowledge,
-i was of this opinion,of the probability and not so sureness
the same smiling faces later frown at a peeling kettle
so i tell ones unsure as i that fare
here we go now! this is the moment
want this thing, want this thing alive!
the great height for improbable extroverts
two scattered avalanches at a boiling point
gathered to a hearth at moons dusk pavement
the hearts nigh receptacle, hark! hark!

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Comments

I think that there is going to be a lot of our members that will not read all of this or understand as they read.
It is complex:- "Take the first stanza"

wont you die
for the partition of such gynaecologic
Inuit's and kraal as a Newfoundland
on a dog night afternoon eating mange tout
nakedness overwhelms all relent
consent and content. In tent
the nurses are a bridal infantry
cheer leaders to the chair ring-leaders
feasting less on drear satisfaction
than the game for swollen heads
for gloss was a crossfire
typhoon in pigment haemophilia..
Quite a few spelling's to sort out but the logic of the words disappeared with the mix of Newfoundland, Inuit's and kraal, I just cant see the connection between them, so we have started a piece with a question as to what or where this is going on then you have lost many of your readers.
There needs to be positive links in a long piece to hold the reader, I am not easy with this one, so I have told it from my point of view.
Take care out there, Yours Ian.T

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

It it has elements of surrealism, politics,wonderfully whimsical wordplay, undercurrents of pain, anguish and joy. I can not do it justice.

My criticism would be that many readers would find it too bizarre to connect to. I don't. I love it.

Perhaps you would do us the kindness of a synopsis, an exegesis if you will.

Does my reading add or detract? I'm sure it must be barely recognisable to yours.
https://soundcloud.com/jess-tapper/naked-hands-by-emeka-ozurumba

cheers,
Jess
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