When the universe was divided up and all things were categorizad. Atoms made to fit into bone and cartilage and birds and sea and earth, we were tethered. Arms and legs tangled in the celestial muck and mire. We must have kicked and screamed through the division. It must have been terribly violent.
So much so that when I saw you across the hall, I felt the pain. Deep within my dust.. My cosmic signal calling to yours. Remembering what it felt to be whole. The pull, the gravity of our cells recognizing a piece of them in a different arrangement, echoing across millenniaβ¦.called back to each other to be fused once more, a jaw to a jaw, fingers twisted into embrace.
Earth.




















