Physician, Heal Thyself


Press hands together,
palm to palm:
the right will know
what the left has done.

Open slowly
until a bowl is formed:
behold, infinity.

Taste the water. Count the stars.
Feel them running down your arms.

Behold, insanity.

November 21, 2006






























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