for seed it is death to become & for death life
for the one a sea that leaves the earth, for the other
a flood
the wind
an orgasm is what a sun surrenders to creatures satisfied by the brace of stars
what creatures surrender to god is what air surrenders to wings or what a body surrenders to dying—a desire lovers embrace & thereby surrender to this an organism
what waits in a hole is the freight of being not the fate
of us—we’re the burden of naught bound to what comes
& goes in this world of holes in love with flow
A Cell
A hive without a swarm is like a flower without sperm
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.
immortality is the time it takes to come to life & those who arrive will never leave
now that they're to die, for to come to life is like nothing else—it is not even like
surviving life itself
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.
To come alive is how immortals become—ignorant of the tumults of time.
Because of endeavoring gods, we become—migrants dumb to the beyond
where to know is to die, for none but the dead are wise.
a beetle's instar
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.
robin red breast
To be alive is what all matter endeavors. Death makes all matter immortal.
