since the sun gave birth to day
at the swelling of the thigh’s gap
where the pheromones fall softly
in one’s mind nothing that can be
fulfilled by looking upon this falling
or the replication of time and time again
can be thought of in any coherent way
other than the overwhelming knowing that
onward is the only way forward
as the waves flow over the divining thought
that waters under the earth are the font
of these tears at the beauty of belonging
where the genome says now go we do
and to do thou likewise is the consummation
over every trajectory throughout history
since the sun gave birth to day
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