This next instant is creating you,
You—
The core of the naked core,
The primal Verb of existence.

This very moment—
You are the screaming newborn,
Torn from the warm placenta of certainty,
Into the raw, bloodfeast of instinct
Yet intuitive and sage like beneath the
Turgid surface

I know you deserve better,
We all do.
We deserve more than
The old midwife’s cold clutch—
But here you are.

And still, you shimmer,
You are catching fire.
I can smell it on you,
I see it deep within your star-flecked eyes.


Allow me to show you.
Remember how
You are weightless—
Even a raindrop could outweigh you,
You are free—
No-thing-ness colliding with a scintillating glare,
A misplaced sunbeam
Broken through the deep jungle canopy  
Shimmering
Shimmering, naked,
Sacredness itself,
Out for a skinless breathless
dance in the rain.

And that—
That must be enough.