a thirst no empire slakes

Pond Song 4.62

Only by being nothing, an expectant porosity, can one be filled by the divine other. G&B 273

the pond empty filling with snow__just look Thoreau said

I do and nothing happens__a woman with a red

umbrella passes by__where she was fills with flakes

a discharged hero sleeps rough__a thirst no empire slakes

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