up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it, her hungry pretty blank face turning to me, her pitiful beautiful untouched body, his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me, his pitiful beautiful untouched body, but I don't do it. I want to live. I take them up like the male and female paper dolls and bang them together at the hips like chips of flint as if to strike sparks from them, I say Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it. What is the Earth? The is a homeless person. Or the earth's home is the atmosphere. Or the atmosphere is the earth's clothing, layers of it, the earth wears all of it, the earth is a homeless person. Or the atmosphere is the earth's cocoon, which it spun itself, the earth is a larvum. Or the atmosphere is the earth's skin— earth, and atmostphere, one homeless one. Or its orbit is the earth's home, or the path of the orbit just a path, the earth, a homeless person. Or the gutter of the earth's orbit is a circle of hell, the circle of the homeless. But the earth has a place, around the fire, the hearth of our star, the earth is at home, the earth is home to the homeless. For food, and warmth, and shelter, and health, they have earth and fire and air and water, for home they have the elements they are made of, as if each homeless one were an earth, made of milk and grain, like Ceres, and one could eat oneself—as if the human were a god, who could eat the earth, a god of homelessness. The Race
up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it, her hungry pretty blank face turning to me, her pitiful beautiful untouched body, his arrogant handsome blind face turning to me, his pitiful beautiful untouched body, but I don't do it. I want to live. I take them up like the male and female paper dolls and bang them together at the hips like chips of flint as if to strike sparks from them, I say Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it. What is the Earth? The is a homeless person. Or the earth's home is the atmosphere. Or the atmosphere is the earth's clothing, layers of it, the earth wears all of it, the earth is a homeless person. Or the atmosphere is the earth's cocoon, which it spun itself, the earth is a larvum. Or the atmosphere is the earth's skin— earth, and atmostphere, one homeless one. Or its orbit is the earth's home, or the path of the orbit just a path, the earth, a homeless person. Or the gutter of the earth's orbit is a circle of hell, the circle of the homeless. But the earth has a place, around the fire, the hearth of our star, the earth is at home, the earth is home to the homeless. For food, and warmth, and shelter, and health, they have earth and fire and air and water, for home they have the elements they are made of, as if each homeless one were an earth, made of milk and grain, like Ceres, and one could eat oneself—as if the human were a god, who could eat the earth, a god of homelessness. The Race
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