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MK Ajay |
THAT, AND THAT
We fill our bodies with blue light,
are fireflies flitting inside the glass jar
of our known universe.
Encircle us, radiant pulsars, rings of planets, butterflies.
Let us join your gossip, parrots.
Let our limbs yield to gravity,
let each cell under our skins
die for another to be born,
let each circle we behold dip
into the warm crimson of our desire.
Only a thought that jumps, and skips,
and throbs along the skin of electrons
shatters this prism of the glass jar.
It breaks an eggshell in my mind,
it unsettles the placid ocean,
ripples out like a muddy tsunami.
Court stillness. Court body’s slow heat.
Court the pause between words
which parrots utter.
This then is love,
the only love
that binds mankind’s many rejections.
I am that, I am that,
Court the gospel of self, court the truth of non-self.
We watch the glass jar brighten,
the universe shimmer like fireflies.
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