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The
crack in the bowl widens And
the grin pokes through. Normally,
at ten, I sleep. Today,
I go to bed at the crack Of
Paradise, the grin of Heaven, The
light of the world Breaking
its hold.
The
bowl is white, the wild Blackberries
indigo, The
mouth open, The
Source of fruit laughing. The
eater of fruit playing. The
concept of hunger Pretending
its lines. We
need nothing. We
play At
being fruit and being mouth. Desperate
for approval.
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