I am a hat
In the Beginning
There was Flesh.
And Flesh was made Word.
Word is Dead.
And Flesh sits in the Chestnut Tree Café,
Happy with a Latte.
Flesh remembers,
'Those are pearls that were his eyes',
Smiles, and hears the Inheritors,
Shrill Eloi voices in the rose-garden.
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I am a hat... |
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