Nirvana came suddenly
this morning when my breakfast sizzled
rings of Saturn formed
hands and fingers of my potter’s wheel,
”Clay….it’s all about the clay!” you say.
I hold myself up to the light,
find I am broken inside.
2010
the egg looked lonely this morning
Re: the egg looked lonely this morning
Sad poem.
Re: the egg looked lonely this morning
the translucent fragility gives us away........tight....
the death of empathy is the birth of barbarism
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Re: the egg looked lonely this morning
ah, but the finding!
wonderful piece
wonderful piece
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