to let the stardust and
slide down my parched throat and
wash over my intestines,
like a pebble
drowning in the sound--
what is it like, learning to grow?
-Well, first, there's a spark:
a kick in the core
of your nerves, like a light
blinking on through the dark. Then,
you've got to think
yourself into the part; ignore your
splintered limbs and learn to stretch,
fearlessly. Like roots into earth.
Question and answer.
-Does it hurt?
-Only being fearless. That's like having flint
stitched into your spine. But time,
you'll find, will heal these scars
ours is the business of rebirth. Even cradled
in the hold of our half-formed words
we manage to pluck
the stars from our diaphanous skies,
and the chewed jewels from our throats.
That's natural selection for you.
-Or is it just luck? You see, I'm not
even sure how to find my feet
right now, let alone play dot-to-dot
-But you must understand
that the world is full of such complications.
Tracing the veins beneath the surface
isn't the same as finding your pulse
in the first place.
-I get that. But space -
what does that have to d