The
form of being human, what is to be made of it? Born this way, I learn that I
pass through the world with just this form, like everyone else. My appetites
are, to begin with, means for survival. Shape of head, mouth, eyes, ears,
hands, sacrum, genitals, knees, feet fascinates: we are same-shaped, but
everyone different. With ease is cosmos introduced. It is a flower of energy
and light, its patterns in the April night-sky and our bodies standing on the
Earth tiptoe. Cosmos is body-flowers opening and seeding and returning and
dying and forcing their way, awakening anew.
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