deep inside us is the facility to recall everything
like wayward children
wandering aimlessly through the woods
we can't always lay hands on them
but they are there
water flowing through the sluice
"Speak!", Emo yelled, yanking me along
"Before we were many pieces," I stammered
(an age old stuttering problem)
"there was one
straining up to the light
leaves unfurled
all paths lead to one
casting no shadow
the gateless gate"
"Faster, harder," she yelled
I can see the light now
through the canal
life into death
death into life
Enkidu into Shamhat
Shamhat into Enkidu
Emo then handed me the passion fruit (footnote which was infused with Banisteriopsis Caapi)
and said:
"Take this fruit, this is of my body, which you may eat from. Do this in remembrance of me."
I ate the fruit greedily.
And I was back at Sabin Elementary School
Bear Valley Colorado
Kindergarten class
It was a film after nap time
Adam and Eve
But not the way it really happened
I should know
And a plaster skull on the table
We were forbidden to touch the skull
Emo touched my shoulder. You can do this, you have already done this. A thousand times. I am there for you when you need me.
The plaster skull broke into a thousand pieces.
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