Sinusoidal stages of creations and deaths
Gurgling broth of chaos, swarming
Ingredients of selves – You and I.
From first cries, absorbed, minced.
How the steam of passion arises
Into all possibilities – changeless.
Boiling blood, revolving, encircling lives.
Within pressured chamber of my expanding soul
further and further from the child – hear that first cry!
who had once held the semi-burnt spatula…
a bubbling broth of sins. Permeating
with her delicious scent. An aroma of
Admixtures of pains and ecstasy flashing through my blood.
I finally realize my creation:
As I stood and saw
How beautiful her face looked as she stood there and waited for me.