Metamorphosis II

Impetus.  the engine fires -
incisive stroke -
dynamic law
is your bloodflow
your gaze absolute
black as a tunnel
piercing to the centre:
motion's root
the intricate knot
of space and touch:
that calibrates
the heart of the thing

fingertips poised, receive
algebraic braille -
cyphers of complaint
you differentiate
by a laying-on of hands -
a geometry of ills
transmits to skin
and follicles relay
the codes that mean
it sings out of tune -
your hands hover,
busy, turning water into wine

magician of the arcane
by your black arts
a tarnished ward beings
to harmonise
and shine.
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