"AS SHE APPROACHED THE DOOR"
My golden calf is born.
I am awakened to discover my toes curled and my senses filled with the fine olive tinted powder left over after an unexpected cosmic regurgitation.
The premature understanding of the immense individual purpose - hidden;
Lost, behind the veil of that special kind of decay - the original decay, brought about by constant viral infection and subsequent reproduction.
The stalking quiet notion of each cell as an individual; locked in a prison of reverse cyclical understanding, as those who are probably most deserving of a face – churn endlessly in an instinctual desperation to be felt; infinitely lacking in their ability to comprehend the benefits of a soft cheek warmed by the intimate nature of molecular reaction.
Those that live only to cast their reflections in our piles of eyes - forever alone, but always as a whole;
As the ancient committed demonstrations of individual efforts, and unequalled will to produce for an infinite whole, earns their every precious moment of rest.
By Errin Milam Posted on 05/05/2012
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