Their Ambivalent Dance

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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