The
slow
shivering
homage
of
a
voice
offsets
itself
like
a
radio
suspended
between
nearly
identical
stations
while
in
the
bazaar
or
elsewhere,
a
man,
in
sighing
outward,
has
swallowed
a
bird,
and,
in
an
act
of
reverse
ventriloquism,
repeats
the
abrupt
waveforms
of
its
vocal
style.
My
hands
shivered
at
my
sides
for
years
before
I
was
introduced
to
those
from
whom
I
learned,
in
the
finest
error
of
a
life,
that
precise
and
deliberate
hand-dance.
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