the book
the book
You, becoming inside
of me I feel
foundation’s pulse,
something birthing
It wants its way
yet allows deformation,
the emerging form
can be ignored—
Don’t.
At some point,
a heartbeat
I must not subvert
what’s growing here
Be strange, be weird
allow it space
Naming is not needed
yet
Note its breath
its pace
Self-standing
Independent but
not separate,
it-what-is
See the new bud
unfurling it also
has a life yet
is not separate
this paradox
this wonder