Elephant Boy.
Liquid eyes darker than starless night
Ghosts touch you even in arid winds,
In eternal crowds & deserts where herds
Trod the rubble plains. In city ruins
In your beaten beggar eyes helpless
Before the fated scene. The nothing that
Has not already been nor outlasts not
As spirit or beast, a heart made human.
To taste that kiss, a right to innocence
& near tenderness, to yield to
The decisiveness of birth & death,
As near eternity as less than a moment, lost.
Gift of Tongues
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"To taste that kiss, a right to innocence
& near tenderness, to yield to
The decisiveness of birth & death"
There is no 'program' that does not, in time, warp itself. Imagine the Planet of the Apes, imagine 'Dhalgren', imagine self mutated... into that which is deviant from the norm, in esoterical sense. It is not easy being human, it is harder being less, or more.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen