yesod shebigvurah
I give my girlfriend a perimeter cut, a friend modeling the hand shapes
We walk the path that borders Jamaica Pond in a soft asphalt curve
I destroy my room, head in a checkered scarf, girded toward my intention
God's eyes say here we are, don't worry, I know all about boundaries
I push out an outbreath, fill the walls of my lungs with foundation
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