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We need buildings

with joint chiropractic-psychiatric clinics

so people can accept things they cannot change

as they work out the wry neck symptoms

and misaligned spinal columns

coinciding with every extreme cartoon head tilt

accompanying recognition

of someone egregiously attacking a position

they’d previously defended,

making a non-euclidean,

irreconcilable gap

that cracks, stretches, and knots your brain stem

if you try bridging its chasm,

or applying closure to the fissure,

and intent won’t save you in its ravine either,

in broken spaces resisting any imposed will,

instead forcing consistency to stretch over its chaos,

dissolve on a molecular level,

and reform into the suits of human certainty

ruinous powers wear while walking among us

reassuringly.