Once a Year.

"Which is the poison, and which is the wine? The scent and the colors are so much alike."

Let me forget about the Greek expressions.
Let me weep.
Let me be absent-minded and three days later rise again.
Am I a biblical study?
No, I'm going to die one more time.
Just one more time, and then my grave will be satisfied.
How ambiguous of me, to say what I don't mean.
My structure is pure,
physical,
and purely physical.
2:24,
and all is well.


Vanessa.