Sunday, 20 April 2014

beatrice moon writes poems for a $1 near frenchman street in new orleans



Nutrition

             from the earth
                  we grow
                         in our stations
                                 unsatisfied
                                          we release
                          seeds into the ether
                  we water with love

            that which we feed on
                        fills makes and grows us
                              in turn

           shall we go
                   shall we flow
                           engineer new foods
                                  logic and emotion
                        we feed       we feel
                                    free
             as the sun made us








this is beatrice moon writing this poem after i told her i was a nutrition hack...

nice typewriter beatrice :-)



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