Variation 1: Yhwh
Alice B. Fogel
Explode from the cauldron dark,
that’s what I’d do for them: That in mind into self
and other I divided. In and in I overlapped in density
and where I was gravid I breathed their breaths.
With my body like a brine spiraling I stirred
the silence till it echoed apart from me, and where I
was deafened I hummed their frequencies.
From a floating ground I fired rounds of clouds
flaming and where they burned I brewed the rutilated
light till it refracted in the wells between comets rocketing.
In and in through the ancient rooms I fell and where
there were thresholds I left them canyons gorgeous
and aggrieved. Flung wide, electrified, I striated skies
with ellipsis, color, collapse, shot suns past
eclipse, blew the air for sound to sound
from touch, touched them till they cried in ecstacy:
Out and out and through the skin my sweat
ran and poured into hollows so where I emptied
they filled and though I encompassed
they merely contained. Into the molten cavity I
dropped a stone, I lit the furnace, stretched a hide.
I wielded the ragged white-veined ice and birthed
spinning galaxies in atoms, vital alluvium, the eternal
quest for me. I remembered and made them
forget. I raged and sweetened them. Formless then
I dimensioned space, delineated them. I swallowed
my own throat to feed them hungers delicious.
Where I could not pass I corridored their heavens.
Where I felt nothing I caused them passion and urge.
I watch them and they are blind to me.
I sleep, and they dream.
I cry out to them, and they die.
Alice B. Fogel
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