Listen back, further and further
Don’t you smell the fire
And hear the whoops of the hunt?
Further now, your tendon straining
the humidity, a vast expanse of green
a flash intimation of rumbling mechanical beasts
Go back even deeper
Your wings are vibrating with anticipation
A thousand rainbows drift lazily over your carapace
Here we are, dividing
I make myself half to find you
I feel the turning
Great turning, the birth of the world
Who am I when I am here?
Who was I just before?
Incredible activity and heat
Density and excitement
Who, what and where am I
When I am the universe just beginning
When I am the all rolling out of bed to start a new day?