And I dance
My feet stamping
Raise the dust of ancient civilizations
Of elongated heads
And bodies decorated for war
And love and beauty
The god with the elephant head
Dances divinely
In my clattering ventricles
And life begins with a dollar bill
And a ball
My tongue is as razor sharp
As a surgeons knife
And the grease hanging heavy
In the chattering air
Is my mathematical proof
The molecules of friendship
Are my art
To the godhead within.
Civilizations are born and die
You can see them in the mote in my eye.
Qimissung
January 2011


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