~POEM The spirit likes to dress up like this: ten fingers, ten toes, shoulders, and all the rest at night in the black branches, in the morning in the blue branches of the world. It could float, of course, but would rather plumb rough matter. Airy and shapeless thing, it needs the body's world,...
I love that Flannery O'Connor tale. :)It's a slap in the face for those of us who think we're on... read more
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