Monday, June 15, 2015

From Nothing

Appeal appear I didn't eat an apple
I hold a box over my face and nude speak
a moon of stories to it
I ate cold beef for the father
I hugged my mother
I ate my sister
I hugged my brother
I ate everything else then under the spell of everything and
blessed her young body in the warm light of his
enduring thoughts and put my hands together and felt myself and
felt him and touched forgetting which is a stranger's language
and the infinite source of knowing anything from the start

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