Thursday, February 24, 2011

Poor Lucy from Alde Bye Gorge

What if
there is no beginning
or no end
and the only creation
is recreation?

What if my atoms were the atoms of
an ancient slave
working on the pyramids?

Maybe the bone Lucy uses
as a hammer
to crack a nut
is from the hip of my ancient cousin.

Perhaps our atoms dwell
in the body of a hound
that snitches a morsel 
from Lucy's lunch.

What if
there is only life and death
or death and life?

Perhaps it is all just magic?

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