Your Eyes Saw My Unformed Limbs by Jacob Steinberg





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The act of reciting a blessing
is founded upon a mystical belief in language.
In medieval times,
alchemy was considered a science.
Today we laugh at that thought.
But men of faith still treat blessings
as linguistic alchemy.
My lump of dirt has been inscribed
with a divine phrase.
He will soon reach out his little dirt fingers.



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