Fighters

Throwing face against face and wall against the flesh of their negation — the fighters move in embrace / and humid intuition. Their hands and eyes colliding in a twist of brilliant reds becoming now the trembling force / now again the suit in one another. — A pessimistic reciprocity returning again to the dust of astral inertia / shadows from the bar-lamp lights. From this fog of violence hope communicates the essential sum of passion. — The gestures of natural politics define without consciousness / but abandon and ineffable convalescence.