THE ARRIVAL OF
ANOTHER SPECIES
Before the dawn of the dawn was
I; that first morning, sputtering.
Even the darkness had not yet
recognized itself, and there was
nothing formalized at all. Who
knew what words would be?
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The Gospels open with something
other : 'In the beginning was the
word, and the word was with God.'
Extravagant fulmination, no? And
what does it all mean?
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I am not cross to say, but neither am
I savvy. Pretty much I know nothing
at all. Awkward in a social setting,
and easily bruised, like thrown fruit
in a basket : rough hands, harsh arms.
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Maybe that was all time needed to
start out its work. A word, from day
one until now; something simple to
call itself, something distant, yet to
come. The arrival of another species.
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