Pierce an apple with a knife
it will bleed tears, cold
as if welled from the deepest earth;
Sweet tears spiced in peppery
history of the apples that came before it,
with coppery salt of those who came before us.
This apple cries as I taste it, as all apples cry
when they pass their fragrant memories
into the mouths of men.
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PoetryIn the not-to-distant future, a cyber-poet seeking to find his place in the universe initiates several unauthorized communications to a mysterious cosmic phenomenon. Want your own copy? Transmissions is now available on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/2...