from BARDO

The stars are in our belly; the Milky Way our umbilicus.

Is it a consolation that the stuff of which we’re made

is star-stuff too?

– That wherever you go you can never fully disappear –

dispersal only: carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen.

Tree, rain, coal, glow-worm, horse, gnat, rock.

Roselle Angwin

Monday, 14 March 2011

the rips in Indra's Net

taste of ashes, seawater

the world's breaking web
its mesh of snail trails the colour
of suffering
filaments interfused


this too will pass

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