Friday, August 19, 2011


I'll assemble my body and walk again,
forge hums and OMs and talk again.
I'll rust, wafer by wafer, fall again,
be mined and minted tall again.

From egg-shells to trash to soil,
from sperm to womb to ash again.
As a priest, as yeast, as a beast, I toil
to make bread, to feed, to be fed again.

I'm a self, a body, a soul, a mind again,
a circus of senses, then divine again.
I'm an act, a thought, a desire again,
then blood or a flower on vine again.

If I am lost, I return to try again.
Forever reinvented, to die again.

First published in MYTHIUM, 2011

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