The Fat Lady
I dance with my Mother beneath the blue flame of Her skin silently begging not to be born again, and She laughs, and She sings, and the Die Man rings…
Maybe there’s a quickening, a hundredth monkey, a millionth Buddha. Maybe its you, maybe its me…. Who do you say that I am? I am…
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