South Africa

The Rock

The volcanic rock on my desk performs solidly. I identify its presence. It returns me to this room, this desk, this body. I observe the rock: It is an eye heavy with silence. It is an ear consuming space. It is a memory of a clear day on the island of Samosir. It is returning

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peace offering

i have decided that love may no longer summon me to war i have laid off my troops blood bathed my body clean of all sin i will no longer kiss like breaking my law or make love like being broken into i will clear my eyes of all my specks and then i shall

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