The Apple


I peel
round
and
round
rinds of my layers drape to the floor
like all fruit,
after the cutting and peeling and pulling and dropping,
a moment brilliant:
the true flesh and seeds
of who I am
fresh to the air
all of me connecting with all of it
and in becoming
one
with the space around me
I become
one,
whole,
with the space within me

@hontouniheart
26 septembre 2014<

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