an afternoon snack

From Abba LaVair

Dancing are the pomegranate seeds I sing to

But 

not before they sang to me.

Not before they held my face in their hands as I wept.

Tears roll down my cheeks

And my fingertips are stained red with their blood.

Life. 

The universe flows in all things and we call it life.

The universe flows in all things and we call it death.

Death.

Now we become one as this life force continues on, the universe begins its transformation.

Transformation.

Their song now nourishes mine and my tears water the ground in which they grew.

To what end?

I’m told death is the end 

but 

I cannot seem to find where the energy of the universe ends.

I cannot seem to find where the energy of the universe begins.

But here it is.

Bleeding in my hands.

And dancing still to the infinite song of everything.

Abba LaVair

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