brave transformations

Brave Transformations

A cockroach freshly reincarnated from who knows what, a sorcerer down on his luck, a small thorn on a rose bush, a blushing bride at the altar, another cockroach who did a poor job of it, sentenced to another go-around to grasp the full extent of its nature, in NYC this time, where cockroaches rule the upper West Side, not Tibet where they’re fed bread crumbs and prayed to.

It’s stitched together by memory, this ongoing incarnation, a disembodied memory beyond the fiction of time. We weave this memory with our brave transformations, paying homage whether we know it or not.

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