the mincer

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the mincer

he put his hand

in the mincer

and turned the lever

round and round

the solid of his flesh

his timid white

turned into a mush

of confused colour

which strand by strand

was fastened into a new

collected self, which

they had fashioned

for their purpose

they never liked that one colour

of their past – it hardly represented them

mundanity gave way to splendor

it hurt, indeed, but it was colourful

and, after all, it takes a lot of courage

to mince your own hand

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29 / Monochrome (#escapril