and my feet were moving over the face of the waters
and somewhere between the beginning and my feet
there was the ehlers-danlos
and after that the softness of my feet
and you my god always you
unable to be begotten away from you
from thousands of miles away
there was you suggesting i walk the shoreline
with your wordless askingless asking
and then the doing the no pausing just the doing
the doing without the thinking or the waiting
because of the sweetness of your wordlessness
and then there were the steps upon the sand
and the bruised clouds roiling in over the bay
and after the roiling of the clouds there was the shell
the shell that was there in the beginning
when it begat the waiting for the finding
and then there was all of mankind
and all of those creatures who moved along the ground
right beside it without ever seeing it
and all of the birds in the sky that flew over it
without ever swooping down to look at it
and the evening and the morning were the days
and then there was the finding of the shell
that was there in the beginning
then there was the looking
and at the very same time of the looking
was the seeing
and then there was the knowing
and the knowing was begotten by the cleaving
the halving of that which was there in the beginning
and the convolutions of the hollow cavity in the shell
spoke of the knowing with its half tunneled half pattern
that was created there after the beginning
and then there was the the seed within itself
the half hidden homunculus nesting in its outer ear
its own tiny spiral opened to its host
and then the knowing was you
once again always you
looking down from the firmament
into the broken tightening half spiral
that i had created of myself in my own image
the knowing was you
seeing the pattern and the form of the cavity
and then it was you finding the curve
at the heart of that cavity
that could hold you so perfectly
while you rested
it was you beholding it
it was you
seeing that it was good
