I am again and again
partaking in the flesh of your bread,
drinking the blood of your cup.
I remember nothing.
I came out of the water,
went and washed in the pool of Siloam.
But I began to eye my body like the hungry;
for my tears I longed like the thirsty.
In this quiet state of insurrection
I walked for days on no end.
I watered the dead leaves who told me
all plants are carnivorous.