Becoming;
Colours bleed
And the world of green
Dulls, as though it were
Without oneness or duality.
We are somewhere between us –
A quiet abstraction,
Slowly aware of bodies
That must thrust and turn above us.
In our own pleasure
Seeking do we
Forget the other that is
With us, is alive,
Is full of our breath,
or do we forget ourselves.
We are ember, birthing
Salamander –
Salamander
Breathing flame,
And we are neither
Fire nor salamander,
but the ashes that remain.