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Not I

(A meditation on the meaning of otherness. )

 

Today I feel my tongue in my mouth,

like a turtle in a cage--

It skids across the roof

and we consider “our” skull, dropping in

like Stonehenge through the gums.

Could it be that 6 Billions souls

share this feeling with me,

but never quite.­

I will believe that the World is one

when you taste fish-paste soup,­­

and I cry, “Halleluiah,

that was good!”

Posted on Saturday, January 19, 2008 at 12:03AM by Registered CommenterDoc Op | CommentsPost a Comment

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