One hundred eleven and one half kilos.
This one weighs more
Than the morbidly obese
Englishman munching salad.
Our tapestry is woven with
But a single golden thread.
To me it is seamless
But to all others a
Disjunction of face.
We piece together the
Whole, and smile
To keep it blurry.
9.22.08
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