In great resistant insistent being
I came forth, losing everything
I thought was me and part of me
but was just chrysalis.
Quills from eternity, beyond here
pierce thru light and hope
and pierce thru me until
they touch me, mark me intricate.
I see the patterns of exquisite pain and mercy
I see the tracks of becoming’s travail
but it keeps on going, that black claiming
until everything is clothed in its homogenous grip.
and I am overcome in black
and without voice, without strength
without cheek or jowl beside mine
alone in the black and caught between stars