The line

The line

Seal spirit

plucked from the fathomless sea

brought to beach here and now

on this shore

on this line

To give birth on this earth

in this intimate place

where the soul land is parted

down this slight skinline gap

Bearing oceans of being

through a mere hair line crack

which has opened through me

between flesh and the spirit


For I fragile human

am the hinge at the heart

the gossamer glue

between tectonic plates

imperceptibly moving

with silent abrasion

in search of consummation

between all that is bound

and the unbound beyond

and the unbound within

And this coitus leaves me quaking

it’s no orgy of communion

for flesh impregnated

 breaks open and shatters

and hurled against cliffs

spirit howls with timeless grief