I ran out of oil so I went to find more
this is what happened when I opened the door
A gentle transition had welcomed my feet
I was now walking to the sound of a beat
The pulse made its way to the top of my head
readied my body as if stringing a thread
Stitched up together with hands at my side
the air I inhaled procreated my guide
Infancy spread throughout my whole being
and with eyes circumcised I began seeing
Aged just enough by the end of each day
to comprehend that which no one could say
Treading along as the hours threw clocks
it was time in the form of stumbling blocks
Wearied I'd grow and I'd take up my rest
on things to which only my soul could attest
The process by which my flesh was restored
and freed of the ghosts that my temple would hoard
Then finally lightness had sprung in my step
and I returned home, to that one I had left
What I'd forgotten was now all I knew
the oil I'd needed adorned my own room
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 7:31 PM UTC
I ran out of oil so I went to find more
this is what happened when I opened the door
A gentle transition had welcomed my feet
I was now walking to the sound of a beat
The pulse made its way to the top of my head
readied my body as if stringing a thread
Stitched up together with hands at my side
the air I inhaled procreated my guide
Infancy spread throughout my whole being
and with eyes circumcised I began seeing
Aged just enough by the end of each day
to comprehend that which no one could say
Treading along as the hours threw clocks
it was time in the form of stumbling blocks
Wearied I'd grow and I'd take up my rest
on things to which only my soul could attest
The process by which my flesh was restored
and freed of the ghosts that my temple would hoard
Then finally lightness had sprung in my step
and I returned home, to that one I had left
What I'd forgotten was now all I knew
the oil I'd needed adorned my own room
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