The horror of the soul
spans this vast universe;
The heart of an animal
stares blue into indigo
wide-eyed as the stars; A star
falls through our hands,
Her strange nature
torments us inside
until we die;
We cry out
so horrified
we are
unable to breathe;
We go into this dream
from which we never wake,
Beneath this sun we bathe
Until, to rest, we are laid
Born of my mother,
Here I live with all of you,
She gently holds my hand;
I come to you naked,
I take away that,
which I remember in my sleep,
As it is with her
Lucan Charchuk, copyright 2003