It's not enough to be the sky,
you must become loam.
Not enough to alchemize
into an angel.
You must become a mycorrhizal hypha
Not enough to be more than you are,
you must become all that you were.
Find the farthest star in grit-spark
closed in clam shell, chaffed
by darkness into pearl.
Churn a butter song from silence.
Anther and ovule, you and I,
wedded in one calyx,
golden idol of death,
the absolute continuum of musk,
incense, and putrefaction.
It's not enough to be loam.
You must become the sky.
Micro-photo of a maggot by L.C. Lewis
No comments:
Post a Comment