Day II
Oh the body temporal! Oh the mind obtuse!
Lift your fingers to the sky—
Everything is gone: trees, blue
Only the flesh survives. If God
Is next to cleanliness, only
Earth survives. Call me brother
Let me remember
What a cock feels like.
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