Kafka Crawls, Nabokov Abandons, Jesus Doubts
At last
becoming
what I became.
A transfiguration so utterly, absolutely and plenarily complete
that Kafka crawls away, shaking his bug head in disbelief,
Nabokov abandons his lepidopterist's eye for butterflies,
and Jesus doubts, sticking his fingers into my side.
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