of air and eyelid smoke
if God had to remake mankind and womankindhe would make them moreof what they are notof air and eyelid smokewhen they held each other, they would never be twoand when they thought of each otherthey would never be two; soluble into and out of themselvesthere is not enough of each otherfor us to becomethere are ceilings and fencesand Western Walls.my skin does not have to endwe do notwe arethat is it