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Communion The big bang whirls around you everywhere, it speaks with you— the background radiation that you are, that it is, cosmic debris walking upon two legs. We are the background of the other end of time. And god created time and space. And you. And then I created you in my image. I suffer—yes but now no longer from you. Pain is in life, as you are: you are one with life, coextensive, not a singularity designed for me. And so therefore in this knowledge I stand alone beside the utter myth of communion. I recognise my error, and I return you to the undifferentiated dust. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Rachel F. Spinoza On Date: 2012-03-07 12:20:18
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
"...makes me leap to: From dust to undifferentiated dust" Love it. My only suggestion is that it might be stronger without "upon two legs" Good to see your work again, Best to you.