Sunday, October 25, 2009

Tiresias

When it's cold, it comes slow.
It is warm, just watch it grow.
All around me. It is here. It is now.

In season, out of season
What's the difference when you don't know the reason.
In one hand bread, the other a stone.

I have crossed between the poles, and to me there is no mystery.
Once a man like the sea I raged.
Once a woman like the earth I gave.
But there is in fact more earth than sea.

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