The Born Identity by Marc Meierkort
Dr. Seuss proves practice makes perfect. A taste for the earliest of persecutions. There’s a subject in there somewhere. Somewhere a baby cries. Damned if babies cry. Foul originates the telling of lies. Augustine that steely raconteur & scoundrel of the self-image. A heated transfer. Personal hatred now humanity’s flaw. From Adam’s first major shit-storm of stupidity & bad manners mistakes made graven. We’ve been slurred from birth. Unchosen. Unformed. Incomplete drawings left to the right side of the shelf marked incomplete drawings. It’s a shame really. This society we call sin. This run on belief says we’ve fallen still but ready to rise. Beside the point of being fully in love with the length of the line there’s room for a subject in there says I am not that sin. I am not that profanely original.
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