Omer 1 - Pomegranate

The start of the start,

the end of the end,

the root of the root.

Journeying with desert heart

and ocean blood

in search of intangible unknowns

within tangible knowns;

abstractions in realism

— hyperreality.

Stripping back

leathered rind,

bloodied papers

to eat the seeds

with stained

and ever-staining hands.

Tasty and tart and sweet and strange

found in the ancient fruits,

genetic memory invoked

by smell and touch and taste.

This taste known to the ancestors

and known to my tongue.

My fingers stain as theirs did.

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