she|he does not know the world, is born longing to stay in it

 

 

 

necessary unity of blossom and syntax

 

            we non-omniscients of the material

 

born in dreams

 

                                         composite                                            meaning with the sleeping body

 

she|he woke there

 

dropped from the maternal thigh

dropped spicy, winded from…

 

 

 

...scrambled out of reach mere seconds...

 

grey plain of molecular creation

 

Durga                     feet stomp dance

giving birth, oblivious, ecstatic

 

 

the greY field trembling

her pounding feet

 

we childish survivors, immediate and discerning, make haste for the horizon

 

an ocher spot under Her foot, wet dram of those who didn't move

                                             fast enough

 

our translucent skins, we chemical machines, she|he, rowan tree, rabbits, fluttering seeds

 

gawk back ardently