7957. THE LONG PIECE

THE LONG PIECE

I have traveled afar. I haven't traveled at all.

My beakers are filled with a chemistry bad,

liquids bound for hell. The bread I place in

my oven is smoldering before it's baked, the

rise in the dough is as dense as bad air.

This is the context I live in. 

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It is a long walk through a dense woods,

and then I come out the other end : many 

tell stories, and so many, so many, I have 

to hear. I look to see. There is nothing here.

This is the context I live in.

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Miracle salves, things are rubbed on my

face, gentle strokes and brushless shaves.

I wince at the smell, but tolerate it all. My

danger is passed, and I may live forever.

This is the context I live with.