Two Poems: Senses and Essence
©August 10th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram
Being a channel is nice –
I’d rather be the water flowing through.
Being a body is nice –
I’d rather be the air it breathes.
The water dries up, the river-bed dies.
The air leaves, the body collapses.
I’d rather be water.
I’d rather be air.
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The essence of things
Brings wonder, or awe, or horror.
How much of everything is just
Atoms, the bonds between them,
And strange attractors that make
Fractals, make colliding galaxies
Look like delicately formed,
Other-worldly butterflies?
I want to be a galaxy, two galaxies,
Both colliding, dancing forever around
A mysterious black hole of oblivion.
I want to be dancing fractally,
Dancing at the event horizon of it all.
What I would feel would be
Atomic, elemental.
That is what I desire,
More than anything of the flesh.
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