the pincer movement begins moment on moment
from here to there from me to you
one point fixed on the here and now
the other seeing, feeling, reacting.
i want to lift it up, the here and now but,
it's waited by action
the pincer rises but where it lands is
glancing, diverting, accepting, hurting or creating.
each point of contact leaves a mark and
tracing this is my mission.
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