pedagogy of unfeel & feel

petaled river, where are the rooms for you to breathe?
       sheathed in words ardored with swell of sword, step
       into the horror of now, where dream is companion 
       no more, wed as it is to rule & measure -

petaled river, with song as blood, swell of root & hum of
       bond, we are one - the clay of belonging is born to
       the sun of now, where dream is wed to flow of new,
       to the round of moon, its ooze & leisure -

dual & binary

Can you transcribe a cruel word enough times such that
        in the limit it belongs? could

You rope in a cry with limbs dexterous enough to think it
      a laugh? when do the limits

Cross, foretelling beginnings of duality? how can you persist
      in ones and zeroes forever?