for those who wake there is a universe, whereas in sleep each turns away
into their own expanse of place for to dream is a “common” to all alive
whereas the dead are both entirely “singular” & perfectly turned into one
the light makes it way by dark by the way the dark is light to wake makes it way by sleep by the way the rest is a dream a god will wake as she makes her way to rest by the way the rest is not what it seems
A hive without a swarm is like a flower without an embryo which is like sex without death & love without emptiness. Crucial to each is not just decay & increase; crucial to each is the other’s absence.
All mortals die from death. For that all mortals are alive in it. Those who do not die from death are deathless & yet they are dead to life because they cannot die from death. For that immortals dead to life by birth are mortals alive in death.
my fellow red breasts. our cousins vulgaris. the land of wood. the terrible falcon. the sun & moon. dust & seeds. embryos & leaves. swarms of grass. rain in dirt. the delicious worm. thieving crow. nesting ant. the wild wind. crouched rabbit. fearful dog. all those who weave webs. all those that fly into them.