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Head And Torso
Nothing-ness fills me
again. Once visiting a funeral
home, a child asked me,
why do the people die?
How do I explain the dark
side of life? A blunt trauma,
makes me jaded. One collapsing
process creates the black hole.
A nude, the tall figure, stands
on the rock, much venerated,
and you cannot take off the
eyes, deciphering the skin.
In the intense pain of―
learning, a fantasy of
looking out at a ghost deity
in the vegetable, springs a miracle.
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