Where the thought thinks
first of itself is where the Universe
first ****** itself into existence
The old ball and chain
tethered to the ankle is not enough
for me, but it's fun to skip with
The vibrations of skin
friction beneath the fingernails
must be a sounding of the ankh
Another few days tacked on
with hardly even a thought
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
Where the thought thinks
first of itself is where the Universe
first ****** itself into existence
The old ball and chain
tethered to the ankle is not enough
for me, but it's fun to skip with
The vibrations of skin
friction beneath the fingernails
must be a sounding of the ankh
Another few days tacked on
with hardly even a thought
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