DEAD ALIVE
Dead,
we arrive at the banquet and
start eating.
We have lain so long in our
oblong narrowness waiting for
earth to open and we to rise with
physical vigor and
the
table is spread with a sparkling white
tablecloth that smells of fresh laundry and
roses, and there is a
purity in the air that had grown
dank down below during
usual daylight, so that to
live
on this earth in usual daylight
while all space surrounds us
is
to be asleep to our real dimension
which
is more evident when, after
enduring a day of fasting, at the
point
of earthly sunset, we
arrive
alive at the
banquet table ready to
eat.
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