The Impossible Machine
To eat is not always to devour, a poem
To eat is not always to devour
the way a seed is not a flower
the way the rain is not the sea
the way the sun is not a star
If I flowered and joined and burned
would I know the flower, sea, or star?
The way the rain forgets the cloud
or the petals flout the seed?
When I join the air, feeling sun on
my arms
It is gnawing, this thought that I am
under the sun
the way a seed is not a flower
the way the rain is not the sea
the way the sun is not a star
If I flowered and joined and burned
would I know the flower, sea, or star?
The way the rain forgets the cloud
or the petals flout the seed?
When I join the air, feeling sun on
my arms
It is gnawing, this thought that I am
under the sun
by Eucaleh Terrapin