Didn't we all die in a soft desert?
Didn't we walk under the cloud and go
through the sea? Didn't we all
eat the same spiritual food and
drink, the same drink which flowed
from the rock that followed us?
Didn't we all watch a rock
follow us. And feed us.
And drink us when we were
too dry to spit.
oct 30ish, 08
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