one flesh
some say we were once detained like a formless puff in god’s belly if that’s true we were as bored as a one-syllable rhyme if that’s true surely our voice revolted as one almost angry almost ecstatic scream if that’s true somewhere in the fury we forgot we are mother and midwife of matter: its fetus its parasite its host its companion so let us wear the moment like a baby’s skin let us love like thunderstorms in a cage let us treat each tree like an original cezanne and for god’s sake let us gaze out as god’s eyes at this wounded world made of one puff one note one blessed flesh
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