![]() 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 Author![]() m.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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