Look around! Look around!
Every thing's still,
frozen in the Earth,
hard, immovable.
Like a buried egg
Laid in the ground
for weeks,
you emerge
black, gelatinous—
a delicacy!—
in your 1,000-year-old
incarnation.
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I like this. And not just the title even :-)
I like the playful sort of in-your-faceness of telling us that we're 100-year old, and black, and gelatinous. When we are certainly not gelatinous. So you're talking about something else. And I don't know what it is. But that's just fine. Kind of cool actually. Like putting your hand in a box and experiencing the texture and then nobody tells you what the hell it was you just touched. Move on -- move on -- time for the next box.
-Cecil
Ack! I meant 1,000.
They're a Chinese delicacy, Thousand Year Old Eggs.
They're buried in clay for several weeks, dug up and consumed.
I love what I try to imagine this means. It changes everytime I read it.
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