Unfurled fist of collective
consciousness, raw red and
dripping. Sticky, messy,
coughing. Stories flutter
in folds & no stars glitter
here. This is everything:
giving birth to itself in
endless booming.
Armies of Titans doing
battle tumble from dark
flesh; moist secret spaces.
Slippery eggs that release &
do not. A cosmos of fury, chaotic,
non-comprehending. Inside me:
earth, blood, comfort, volcanic. I
am, it is, this is: you. Twitch,
shudder, split back into
focus.
