City, a piece.
City: A Piece.
First, a fort, sitting on a mountain destined to be conquered by the maker of its fortification, its bricks, its muds, its first pieces.
And we saw the faces
And we heard the voices
And I was invisible, next to you like reflection, you waiting. waiting. waiting for breath
Waiting for Holy, Holy, Holy, like dry dust kissing air as rain inserts itself into the flesh of earth.
Settled, you call me partner,
Your hand on my hips,
my hands around your neck.
We've been dancing like this for quite some time.
Your face expansive as newborn, as sprout, as potential.
Your breathe instruction, like code.
And we heard
And we saw
And
We listened, our steps dancing so much wonder our eyes forgot what sight was,
finding movement by your heart beating, paths by your blood flowing.
We listened and we knew how to be still.
(To quietly rock and sway to instructions coursing through our lungs and hearts and veins.)
We listened like a hunter in winter waiting on its prey, like a pianist fingering a note for but an instant
We listened.
And we knew the transmutable faces of the Cosmic God
of pre-birth, of when the dimensions were first marked, the stars hung, the second before the bang,
Do you remember?
It's time to remember.