Poem: At the place of no beginning

As you approached
the sea of magma
You dipped your toe
in the beginning
And the mirror-glass
felt liquid
And there it was:
the initial spinning.

You traveled worlds
through un-made paths
gazed at tears
not yet dripping
You’ve seen all
unbirthed laughs
and all the un-created
seedlings.

There was only you
and that –
that which only
as no motion
can be breathed
in and out,
yet can never
have a notion.

And in that place of
no beginning
You decided to dig vast
a grave for all
un-birthed meanings
A place for you
to rest at last.

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DN, feb 2020