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N.C. Whitehead

Donation

My blood is flowing through your veins right now, little parts of me intermingling in the darkness of your flesh. Random eccentricities you have now are not truly random: the way you tilt your head; your frowning at random scents; the sudden darting of your thoughts in never before sought directions.

Just close your eyes and dream of me. I am the consciousness you will never know yet have already known down to your bones.

ancient rock...
I once stared out
from this cliff face