"What is my tongue if it is not my tongue?"
Dear Loneliness, there is a cup of coffee in another room; leave me to my wine. Dear Tenderness, I need you; I don’t need you. Dear Memory, I have dipped my hands in beet juice and maple syrup. I can taste them now. They haven’t left my tongue. - The Noumenon Revelation
Evening Hymns, November 1 2008, Lakefield,...