It manifests as blush –
whatever matters happensas an upward thrust:
a rush of blood to flush the skin –
to hush, re-size the mind –
to brush against its blindness:
unsentimental kindness
far beyond the merely wise:
like an orgasm’s epiphany:
breath gasped, death grasped –
head to heart to crotch.
It’s worrying to watch.
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