then what does it matter what we do here
unless each life is like the laying down
of a little silica a little carbon dust
each generation the necessary hardship
to achieve some future generation’s health
and we are all just cells in some enormous
archetypal human being’s body always
readying ourselves to be flushed out
by hordes of more worthy pioneers
who after their long sojourn in the heights
return calm and sober as stoned flowers
happy to take up their aim and position
in the ancient shrine of any infant’s eyes
2 comments:
when you enunciate each cell and silica as you have done here so perfectly it is as though that instantaneous moment of being made and unmade have converged - and i am left breathless. beyond breath.
Thank you, Erin. The exact and loving seeing in each of your photos never fails to lift my spirits. Thank you for such good work.
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