Monday, June 6, 2016
Apotheosis Comments
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There are days when I am envious of my hens:
when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure
as a single daily egg.
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7/23/2025 9:40:18 PM # 1.0.0
when I hunger for a purpose as perfect and sure as a single daily egg. If I could only stand in the sun, scratch the gravel and blink and wait for the elements within me to assemble, asking only grain I would surrender myself to the miracle I live the world where we can nothing of the miracles in twelves, only of the hand that feeds and, daily, robs the nest.