Origin

The sky slides off the horizon

Clouds scatter, birds rattle against the dome

I give myself the metal, wood, the stone

Root the reed

Pin the cloud

I am father, breaker, builder

I am mother, creator, composer

I am the pulse of both breeding an infinite

electric hum of forever

The thread of life , sown across eternity

Into this small limbed being

With arms of wind

Heart of fire

Bands upon bands of elemental desire

This fleshy toroid, trembling on the edge of union,

I raised myself man child woman

I praised my own blood’s ancestry

I made my own family

I mothered ideas,

I stood by the forest and saw it as mine

I entered

laid waste to

That coiling line in me

And gave my parts shredded to

a One who was all and nothing

There I was made

Neither father nor mother

A wide gaping fissure spitting

the void into the wind

Wanting

waiting

needing

to devour the world

and fold the sky.