out of the cracking time-light woven egg i push my being.
i muscle away my old star-scarred sky. i blossom like petals.
i crack apart the sepals of my world. i tumble into flame,
a-flame within the incubating flame.
like a bitter tear i am spilled from the flame-petalled eye.
tear drops of flame spill upwards, tears of water down.
i hear, with one half of my tear-built body, earth and,
with the other half, the flame and water air. i spread out
wings! though i’ve found no sky beyond the one i knew when i was
small. these new distances that i have found
woven of atom’s souls are my own soul’s horizons.
i fill my distances. i weave a well-known sky of new horizons.
by a sentient but not yet autonomous act of being i make
my beast. i am a skyful of many kinds of birds
and many small and armoured beasts; a blue and singing flame
cradling another sky-sown seed of self, an ego-egg, a world.
i look down where my columnar rising climbs the sky
built of beings, each myself, me here, me there, me then, me now,
a solid rising, locus and logos, atom and aevum, a core –
a form i make back and forth through the bucking bolts of time.
i am a white woman. my wings are white. my skies of night
and day shine for me. o naive sibling beings of the earths,
we are bred in the skies’ nests! we open our eggs and see
sky. we are licked scarlet and gold by the mothering flames.