older
than history
before you were born
i swam on the lids
of egyptian coffins
before this
they spied me
over ziggurat gardens
and before this
i hovered over deserts
that met oceans
no one knew
where the water ended
and the starry skies began
i felt all the ages
and all mutiple are mine
most fruitful of the triplicate
---
8.19.14
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