Whitney Jones Olson
It Is, Beginnings - Poem by Whitney Jones Olson
As your focus is narrow, so you may perfect but little
a camel from a Biblical gate
As your focus is full, so you may stitch their shrouds
As your focus is nothing, so you may birth + be + become
the Nothing Definable * It Is.
Ouroboros, you may now eat your self-flesh + child + future,
Do not ask for absolution - you may not ask for
you must not ask for the removal of god DAMNED,
you only, ask yourself. you only, answer.
is no reason you do not know this,
impossible reasons you should... You Do.
if you must seek confession then bring to it this.
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