>>> Nothing -- Hogan >>>

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Nothing

Nothing sings in our bodies like breath in a flute. It dwells in the drum. I hear it now that slow beat like when a voice said to the dark,

let there be light, let there be ocean and blue fish born of nothing and they were there. I turn back to bed. The man there is breathing. I touch him with hands already owned by another world

Look, they are desert, they are rust. They have washed the dead. They have washed the just born. They are open. They offer nothing. Take it. Take nothing from me. There is still a little life

left inside this body, a little wildness here and mercy and it is the emptiness we love, touch, enter in one another and try to fill.

~ Hogan ~