Dinner with Phoenix and Aphrodite

My son (6) asked: “where do people go when they die?” I explained that no one really knows, but that people have different theories – sometimes based on which religion they believe in, and whether or not they believe in God. He quickly maintained that he does not believe in God, which he’s mentioned before. So, I asked him what he believes in.  He replied: “I believe in you. I believe in love. I believe in the goddesses.”

 

The mother of love says go on give it open up

The crown heart thrush rises – to overlook precipice

Take aim, glowing out light embers

Cicatrix phosphenes in the fire radial

 

Belly was the boulder belly the chasm

Upright stone slab – a storm of grey wanting

She lifts, fragments:

 

Membrane wing,

two breath,                         flesh devour

 

Spiny,                                     comb bearer,                                                 little ring

 

Ungulates

 

Love says: look and I am you.