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
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.
Everything inside leeches cold,
That people can think of a honeymoon:
this is our oneness. this is our joy.
what we have been waiting for.
That they will not think of
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