Machina materna

A world I’d lived in and a world I never knew
Until I entered it, and made it mine. ~ John Koethe

To listen for that deepest self
I try to grow quiet in the twilit
in-between, the world not plunged
yet into darkness but tilting—

Sometimes, in dreams,
I’m back there, in that time
before life after life
after life split from me

at the seams, and I became
impossible lantern, intricate
machine walking its architecture
of bones and windmills on the beach.

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