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Tau of my lament, my sin-- or sins-- My head, my heart, my hand, A bind on my waist and shadow On my eyes, green or blue or brown, I forget. I forget the name of this one looking Into the eye of Muhammed, The small one and the strong one, They were built with joy. Are my desert and their desert Filled with the same dry bones? Here, says my mother, Eat. I've forgotten, I say. My sister brings me water and saffron, Wraps my hands in her hands, Touches my hands to her heart. Tau, she says, her thumb on My head, my hand, my foot. We know, we feel, we go. The Naturalist poses for heaven, And the rains fall, Mothers give away To new Mothers, superior Gardens, dreams and visions of our living one, our thirsting Mater Dei-- behold your son! Behold your mother! The earth is at the same time, mother, Tau-- the mother of all; It is in this place of seeds and wind That blood falls to ground, Body fails-- tau-- all creation comes from it, The verdant one, I forget her name, She says, This God undertakes, God gives.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
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Tau of my lament, my sin-- or sins-- My head, my heart, my hand, A bind on my waist and shadow On my eyes, green or blue or brown, I forget. I forget the name of this one looking Into the eye of Muhammed, The small one and the strong one, They were built with joy. Are my desert and their desert Filled with the same dry bones? Here, says my mother, Eat. I've forgotten, I say. My sister brings me water and saffron, Wraps my hands in her hands, Touches my hands to her heart. Tau, she says, her thumb on My head, my hand, my foot. We know, we feel, we go. The Naturalist poses for heaven, And the rains fall, Mothers give away To new Mothers, superior Gardens, dreams and visions of our living one, our thirsting Mater Dei-- behold your son! Behold your mother! The earth is at the same time, mother, Tau-- the mother of all; It is in this place of seeds and wind That blood falls to ground, Body fails-- tau-- all creation comes from it, The verdant one, I forget her name, She says, This God undertakes, God gives.
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MondayGrey
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
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