again the womb yawns like a black hole, a longing ancient & arcane as gravity for ever holding these pieces together a spiral dance around This: eternal emptiness This: long inhalation that draws all things into it, toward now the dissolution of time yes, I would take you in Here: deep & quiet & still the inmost axis i could never reach with out your everness with in the pool of a fathomless well you, some how enter & contain me close enough to infinity: full in this place where I meets You we rest on the tenuous edge between every thing & no thing Here in the truest sense of here is from where I call to you a primal and sudden sound at once prayer and karmic exhale becoming the winds of creation being every star past & future come you arcing outwards all ways like a flock of birds sent forth in the dawning birthed, released & summoned home with that single breath of song.
Laura Dev 