BECOMING THE CHILD FROM THE EGYPTIAN BOOK OF THE COMING FORTH OF LIGHT
In seafoam, in swirlings and imaginings I am fish, tadpole, crocodile. I am an urge, an idea, a portent of impossible dreams.
I lie between heaven and earth, between goodness and evil, patience and explosion. I am innocent and rosy as dawn.
I sleep with my finger in my mouth, the cord of life curled beside my ear. Like a child in its mother's belly,… Continue