dear all,
happy teachers’ day.
to get to the heart of the matter, there needs to be a psychic split that will provide a cross-section of the specimen in order to observe the layers that form the innards.
i am somewhere in between the flesh and the core, somewhere after harvesting but before compression and processing into oil, soap, bomb.
perhaps it all stems from the root, or a seed of an idea. the thoughts that flower in my mind are those of summer in winter, hot inside cold.
it’s another year, here. what time is it where you are?
x
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