you pulled me out of the muck and
stripped off the dress;
fingertips probing at haphazard wiring and
unstable charges; lobes and
webs incomprehensible at a glance,
and worse to someone who knows
what should be where;
there is no architecture to this jumble.
there was no guidebook followed,
only crazed instinct.
Slicing this wire, that wire, may save you or
send your teeth flying through your skull.
But this is what you wanted,
this is why you pulled me from the muck.

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