Friday, August 5, 2016

Reflections of the house

 The fog I call the world is not a cloud of atoms
 only, but a cloud of feelings, and ideas ..
 All I do is what my flesh can do, yet everything
 my flesh can do feels strange. I am the swelling
 of a salt sea onto an armature of chalk, the calm
 of a tidal pool where brain cells live, the wind,
 the lightning storm where thought flares into thought.

Brooks Haxton
  Antiphonies to Psalms
  I Am
  Psalm 40
Alfred A. Knopf, 2004©
op. cit.

Billy Vandendooren



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