Friday, 15 June 2012
I'm leaving the Club
while a gifted moon,
doing her job, happens
like clockwork in a dark-blue sky.
I remember sperm and egg
- that we (luminous beings) - occur -
and then enter a given old name.
Not our Truth – no - that’s a frying pan flaring
suddenly – forging up and out
one day - when we remember to recall,
beyond a social club, our One Real Name.