she is where she is not
my eyes command my ears command my nostrils command my dispersed skin cells command my deaf tongues command my fragmented brains command my disarmed hormones command my mexican immune systems command my left and right hands that question the ceiling command my flat feet that question the floor
.
still
she is not where she is
she owes me no slice of bread no pumpkin soup no chocolates no au revoir greetings
no flesh no blood
no sweat no tears
oh oh
she is where she never/always was
ignorance is
not an argument
(Spinoza)
.
Eric Rossseel.
19/08/2009.
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