[[[A project I intend to finish in 2026]]]

Quiet.
Be, ever so,
quiet.
Life pulses. Life preludes. Life surges and ends. It begins,
tearing cervix, bending belly with in.
Serum, blood, and tiny faces:
new life, old new heart begins,
as cataclysm, pre-barnacled by kin.

In her, of them. Begin again
the search for skin
beyond mine and yours
beyond gold in them hills
in rivers and wills tidal locked by
fresh, unspoken commitment.

If you must open,
lay sideways, like oyster or palm:
trust spine and sinew; trust bone.
let a tender soul seep, slither and rush
into life
into screaming
as cups entwine form

history.

as cups entwine form

fossil, tendril and moan.