What kind of body brings a throb to your pubic bone, aimless lover?
What form of God do you worship, wandering pilgrim?
Where do your people come from, servant of the Earth?
We'd like
names
dates
nation states
genders
and other fictitious handle bars
in order
to grasp you
Somewhere while sipping sweet wine
smoking fat cigars
and swimming naked in structureless desire
Cusa, Rumi & Derrida
cry over our lack of comprehension and imagination
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