Waking from starless dreams,
in that infinitesimally small pause
is an infinitely plump potential.
Why must I make plumb
body, time and place?
Lying in the shade
I am tempted by
a nameless fruit
to drink its strange wine,
be soul-drunk blind,
and set fire
the cathedral
of memory
that surrounds
my self.
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| Fruit sampled © Jennifer Phillips |
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