The stone, the couch,
the sink, the tea,
the broken glass,
the garden peas,
the knife, the cloud,
the thick red clay,
the ant, the weed,
the wheel, the cage,
the whale, the weed,
the scorpion’s sting—
we are the same
as everything.
August 16, 2016 by Rosemerry
The stone, the couch,
the sink, the tea,
the broken glass,
the garden peas,
the knife, the cloud,
the thick red clay,
the ant, the weed,
the wheel, the cage,
the whale, the weed,
the scorpion’s sting—
we are the same
as everything.
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As Atom said, we are everything.