Twiglet #248

things were feral

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    Result of a Conversation About Kant

    In the beginning was the word
    and the word was with god
    and the word was god.
    Things were feral then.

    God in the beginning
    had no pen to write the word,
    to keep the word from wriggling,
    struggling to be itself unorthodoxly.

    On nights with a full moon, the word
    would howl consonants and vowels
    into the abyss, and on rainy afternoons
    it would babble in the downspout.
    What god must have gone through!
    Alone with nothing but the blues.

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