"The gap"
You were the gap
which made me feel
original,
back to the Corpus Hermeticum:
sex a delight, the mind the sole disaster.
"Increase and multiply"
casually cast into your chest as
arrows against Sebastian's.
Now, I wouldn't suggest
the mind-body dualism,
route to the eternal plague
of sorrow and
pessimism.
In the hands of a Christian,
flesh was no better than
a rotten carcass.
Nothing dwells in me.
Love lasts no more
than four
predicted years.
This after Eve.
After Eve had transgressed.
Rexflexion then occurred and
so did knowledge.
With such a stress
on the positive.
Erminia Passannanti
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