what is in it all / of which we eat, yearning / for death / for life

so many ten thousands of little seeds / never to live / and yet to stave dying / for so many ten thousands of years

all cut up and bleeding / we pour from ourselves / the ichor 

all twisted up and crushed / we fit about ourselves / the shape of the living universe / the shape of the living earth / the shape of the living

what is in it all / a hole the shape of us