wherein i dissolve
protoplasm
ectoplasm
some plasm

at this point....does it matter?

I am in form
of some sort

for now

star-cells running riot
in a frenzy of frenetic idealism
hope, love, joy
a human, being, in some form
honing being, hoarding experience
potter's hands the mystery incarnate

an ichor i cannot wrap myself around
that star-stuff
because i am so cocooned within it

an ichor i drown in moment to moment
that bliss
because i am so enfolded in rose petals

drink from me
as i drink from you
what shall we discover?

that blood
of the ichor of stars
that life
of the whole panoply of stars
that deep starry road
of the racing dimension of aching
desire

that
one
look
between us

when we came to know
past our emptiness

i came to acknowledge
past my shadow

that the ichor

was

Life.

Our Life.
no matter its form.

....whispering...it was just a dream
but the hope ever resides.

~Cail
(c) 8/17/07

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