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\nPhlegm and feces
\nrun thru the old corpse
\nstirred by breath even now
\nto flop around a bit
\nand make some snorty sounds,
\nso up and out I go.<\/p>\n
\nPhlegm and feces
\nrun thru the old corpse
\nstirred by breath even now
\nto flop around a bit
\nand make some snorty sounds,
\nso up and out I go.<\/p>\n
Still acute, the senses –
\nevery microphenomenon a wonder,
\nprismatic glory of light and matter.<\/p>\n
Two friends in a mirror dance!
\nWet black colors!
\nThe flick of a squirrel!
\nA childs crystal voice!<\/p>\n
An eye on the go,
\ncasting for bites of beauty,
\nevery few steps another coruscating gem.<\/p>\n
Yet to the other animals,
\njust a big slow object to get around
\nis all I am.<\/p>\n
Was I ever a beauty myself?
\nI must have been, once,
\nlost in the fog of days long gone.<\/p>\n
I now:
\na wrapped up sack
\nof tired old guts
\ngobsmacked
\nby waves
\nof shining
\nvibration
\n.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Phlegm and feces run thru the old corpse stirred by breath even now to flop around a bit and make some snorty sounds, so up and out I go. Still acute, the senses – every microphenomenon a wonder, prismatic glory of light and matter. Two friends in a mirror dance! Wet black colors! The flick… <\/p>\n