06.10.04: New design. Got rid of the art and tape trading sections since I don't really trade
anymore. Lots of new poetry.
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I
Perplexity is a function
of what we call our knowledge; we create
mystery in our minds. For the
fox veiled in the woods
or the hummingbird sucking nectar,
there is no torment because there is no
‘why?’ There is no mounting anguish.
The look in your eyes, fused with
the softness of your cheek
does not fill the hummingbird nor the fox with
the confusion of longing. It’s
we who are the
stupid ones, the ones who should be factored
out in the name of
knowledge.
II
It’s not a death wish, but a desire to have
experienced the world
as an tree, knowing what an
oak knows, that makes me want to
return to the
earth. Or perhaps I’d like if my atoms
expanded out towards
the stars, to see what they see. From
my vantage point,
I think there are many things that
I'd prefer to be.
The moon oscillates around
my head. Laughing through its teeth. It knows
that no one thing has
it better than anything else.
--Molly Herrick 05.29.03
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