Eden

Take me where the ego dies
and "I" never flies
out of the plump mouths of
reluctant narcissists…
where muzzled witnesses can rise,
breath the ever green air
and live without desire or shame
in communion with creation;
for "I "would be "we"
betwixt aether and earth
sinless
green and rooted once more.

Justify

We opened the Vault

and road the Flood

gathered streams

and split the Firmament...

till Obatala’s gold glistened on the waters

and Pan Gu shed the mantle;

till Gaea blossomed

and Saturn brought knowledge of death;

till Sprits of Ra bequeathed life and hearth,

the Moon enthralled Venus

and the Heavens cried Stars;

till splitting and thus multiplied

We made

you

and

waited...

for a reason.