“I am learning myself in more languages than I imagined. The mouths that speak me truest are various & unfolding. I am listening to the bees of me combing through my honey. I am a world of tiny hands sifting through their own shadows. I never doubt the weight of one yellow note spilling like the sun’s tongue. I am throwing the hundred thousand pages of me into the wind of me. I scatter & fly & throw & am thrown all at once. I am an endless beginning.”
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 00:37:00 +0000
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