Odd Walking Thoughts

The nakedness of a child escorts thoughts. I remember his first hours of life, choking, his mother shivering violently. I held his tiny body upright. Walk with me, it’s like a thought, it can be a nothing and grow into an unviolated membrane we observe until it, itself, observes back. A metamorphosis, if you will.

-M. Taggart

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