Old Woman on the Beach
1989
I sit crosslegged under the moon
Unto myself
Complete.
My substance went out
a few men
A few women
certain children
Now it is back with me.
I sit crosslegged under the moon
Unto myself
Now.
I am back where I have been
Aways
no better
no worse
no different.
So.
I like the smell here
It roars in my nostrils.
The salt
the rot
the sweetness
All the mess of birth
afterbirth
And death
aftermath
All equal and dissolved
Its breath
my breath
In
out
in
Out.
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