Through the wickless glow of your bones,
stars confess their unendurable longing for you.
Child of primeval catastrophes,
your protons were born of furious distant love.
Now you rest in the ancient lineage
of the present moment.
But you already knew this.
Have you not survived the withering
crossfire of your father’s blood?
Didn't you learn everything
from your mother’s shadow?
Fall softly through the blessed void,
a quivering braid of honeyed wine
splashing into a dark chalice.
Yet you've come for a violent salud.
How many times must one grail break
against another, before you remember
that this smoldering in the soul is your flesh?
Find the moonless hollow of eternity
pulsing through each bead of time.
Come and starve for ten thousand years,
then get drunk on a buttercup.
Remember your name in the murmur
of desultory frogs entwined in fetid delight
among the mud-sprung water lilies.
Breathe even here.
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