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Anatomy Poems 1 – Playing the hand you are dealt

Standing on the trapeze, The four sides above void, I must not lose my head, a sham eight card deployed. My form made to appease, Three queens held in my thrall, When the moon shines, too late! Escape and avoid all.     An ode to the bones of the hand Key to poem: Trapezium … Continue reading