Katharina Mei-Fa Brinschwitz
In the chasm of our mind
Rests an un-all-knowing
She Sees Truth and rumbles out
A pied pie pipe resting in the palm
In it she turns and stretches
the constraints of time.
Two dancers, circle and leap
Glazed by the realm of fright,
The mold breaks and they collide.
Particles, they said.
Punnet pungent punitive puppies
The hand out stretched
and legs intertwined
We fall in and soar out
of the chasm, Divine.
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