Alchemy
Life(socalled) was a thing of fragments v a p o r
and a dull, electric pulse just barely holding one piece to another,
and a slow, oozing de comp osit ion
and thoughts
such as a corpse has.
And everything drifting from an empty center.
But then densefleshhoneyheart
roared into existence with a great thunder hum
and fearsome crackling life in the field's deep center.
The vapor burned clean
and every fragment buzzed a harmony
and turned and drifted
to gather as WholeHeart.
Honeymoon
Everything inside leeches cold,
curling inward
in protective
sorrowhorror.
That people can think of a honeymoon:
finally,
this is our oneness. this is our joy.
what we have been waiting for.
That they will not think of
old monsters.
That they will have no vintage
poison to drink.
That their infant old selves will not
sink their last, meanest dart
in their flesh
in that moment when all should be
ecstasy.
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