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K M Howard Traducción: Juan Romero Vinueza Inchoate Angels

What gesture of consciousness is not conscious the mark of our enterprise what but intention the reach for fruit, to be nourished by it

the reach to be nourished by more than the fruit of trees, the fruit of fields to be nourished by more than animal flesh

nourished more

by the flesh of the real, the meat of tangible things—why cling to the myth of deceit, the fable of exile, why

the metaphor of falling?

Watch her now reach out to the real that reaches out to be reached out to watch her extend her hand

grasp the fruit snap it free

not furtive, not theft, this gesture a ravenous act, the weight of wanting on will not a breach of commandment, simply pursuit

of the promise in thou shalt not.

See how she does not hazard temptation asks of him neither bond nor commitment