Before the Garden

when we give ideas

give up on

funeral rites

when we are but

an arrangement of swollen voices

when we invoke our sense of 1 +

when there is a sketch of more

cluttered charcoal lines suggesting limbs

suggesting edges

bodies one with the other and there over there

multitudes

breath that was sucked in and out before

a sermon of second-hand atoms

entangled with incorrigible questions

children invading the cocktail party

tongues out loud

praising confusion

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