Soul coils fetal
rounds its knowledge
old as the universe
young as today
seeing itself echoed
hearing itself mirrored
down through time
so many many
meetings
ago
parted too long
rejoining now
one tendril
one mote
one beam
that splits
the eye
making one
from two
a melding
that flesh
yearns to feast on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem