incorporealA Poem by m.s.earlyShe keeps asking. "When did you know?" As if it were palpable, appreciable, a thing. How do you assess the ethereal birth of a notion? I heard a throbbing. I became incorporeal. There was less in between. I pronounced the matter. That is all. The moment was formless, eternal, unbodied. I never knew. I always knew. I let her know.
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Added on February 28, 2014Last Updated on February 28, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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