A Contradiction in 73 words
A principal aspect in being human is opening to change. First one thing, and then another. To be deceptive. By which we mean adaptive and successful. The insurance one will thrive. If only one. “That which differs from itself is in agreement” (Heraclitus). I understand. We’re talking tension, balance, strain – a relation. Stitching together in hopes it will hold while everything tears. If we equate human being with living. It changes. We adapt.
The Temptress in 78 words
Her words taste pomegranate – the tart – bitter, erotic, and sweet. I tickle them over my teeth with my tongue, trying to untie them. I like the way the air glides over them, whispering cool and moist into my ears. I swallow. She speaks without using her mouth. I listen hard. So this is what it tastes like? Is difficult to digest, it vaguely turns the stomach, and I want more. Addicted as I am to the showers of seeds.
N Filbert 2012
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