he is born and I am undone—feel as if I will / never be, was never born. // Two years later I obliterate myself again / having another child … for two years, there’s no me here.
“He strained his eyes on the horizon; he lay flat on the ground, and in the throbbing of his arteries thought he heard an army.”
Gustave Flaubert | Salammbô
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