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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.