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Diotima's mastication

Diotima once told me, in a fit of humour:
I had a vision once,
we were the sacred shit of the gods
floating through the cracks in the pool of Ge.

Once we passed through the divine feast
like eucharist, once were ambrosia
coating the throats of good spirits.

Now again we become the wheat;
perhaps again we will touch each other
on the lips of our god?


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