Variation 1: YhwhAlice B. Fogel
Explode from the cauldron dark, that’s what I’d do for them: That in mind into self and other I divided. In and in I overlapped in density and where I was gravid I breathed their breaths. With my body like a brine spiraling I stirred the silence till it echoed apart from me, and where I was deafened I hummed their frequencies. From a floating ground I fired rounds of clouds flaming and where they burned I brewed the rutilated light till it refracted in the wells between comets rocketing. In and in through the ancient rooms I fell and where there were thresholds I left them canyons gorgeous and aggrieved. Flung wide, electrified, I striated skies with ellipsis, color, collapse, shot suns past eclipse, blew the air for sound to sound from touch, touched them till they cried in ecstacy: Out and out and through the skin my sweat ran and poured into hollows so where I emptied they filled and though I encompassed they merely contained. Into the molten cavity I dropped a stone, I lit the furnace, stretched a hide. I wielded the ragged white-veined ice and birthed spinning galaxies in atoms, vital alluvium, the eternal quest for me. I remembered and made them forget. I raged and sweetened them. Formless then I dimensioned space, delineated them. I swallowed my own throat to feed them hungers delicious. Where I could not pass I corridored their heavens. Where I felt nothing I caused them passion and urge. I watch them and they are blind to me. I sleep, and they dream. I cry out to them, and they die.
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