Omer 19 - Operculum
hod of tiferet
Each knob, worn, imperfect, marking time’s passage
and triumph of existence in hostility,
takes away from the calcified seal
which protects the soft flesh.
Armor of calcification, armor of attitude, armor of instinct.
It doesn’t matter if the water is cold or warm,
still it behaves the same;
still, it maintains the same defenses and offenses,
no matter the enemy of predators or desiccation.
It remembers.
It remembers.
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Omer 18 — another life < previous || next > Omer 20 — mycelium
the start: Omer 1 — Pomegranate
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Chaia Levi
like if Nabokov had a brain injury
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Wonderful
Plz show my story🥹