When The Yolk Broke

By Noah Timothy Walsh (‘23)

Bent broad shoulders
Before the sunrise
One Bare foot on a wet putty knife
Head wrapped in legal pad strife
All at the same time
I cry ambivalent tears
Like the blood bleeding from my fingers
When the yolk broke
It was a feeling that lingered
There is no separation in this world
A notion of universal fluidity
Grab it between the lines
Finger through the emptiness of time
Or in a dream of lucidity
Come ride this river
This fake chaos needn’t make you quiver
If you fall in
I’ll get you home in time for dinner
When the yolk broke
I was no longer injured
Present moment and practice one
An ever-lighting cinder

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