on the muddy belly I saw one blessed day saving the grace of Heraclitus the Obscure at the pitch of heaven's azure towering between its great black still spread wings the snowy body of I know not what frigate-bird the screaming-albatross of the southern seas the history I knew my God the natural the good moments I had
Saturday, May 9, 2009
How It Is - pg. 34
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