Zip Code Pi
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Zip-Code Pi
(The Sweet Flesh of Temptation)
David J Walker
Zip-code Pi
Is where I will
receive my mail
Mark it eternal
Where the white-gowned crowd
With pipe cleaner halos
Cleanse and censor every lens
And line to erase
Any reference to God’s mistake
Making our bodies so holy that
Not even we should touch them
I will swim in the firmaments frost
Where the Host collects our thoughts
At the cost of no uncertain discerning’s
before entering His temples
I remember the sweet downfall of
The dimples that presented to me
My first apple
And I did eat
The sweet flesh of temptation
Copyright © David Walker | Year Posted 2021
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