There may be, before the Earth
produces you, incorporating
energy that pulls you into ‘birth,’
a timeless preparation in which something
large and gentle helps you slowly to construe
how to effect an incarnation – learn
that nothing can be something in the flesh.
You’ll wrangle with the oddness of a body
moving through, below, around and over ‘space’ –
and undertake to find the seed of singularity
you must appear to be – the psychic ‘place’
you must inhabit: the strange idea you’ll have
a ‘face.’ We’d like to think that there is this.
It’s softer than the thoughtthat we erupt from an abyss.