- Vol. 01
- Chapter 12
Image by Rhona Byrne
The sea, that through which one can see the heavensmy feet bleed red as I chase after
you; run into the space you have
been; I step over a waste
land of rubble, a crumbling
wall that used to hold out the
myth of the western self.
the blood rises up
it reaches my neck.
the entrance to the underworld is a
wound; I must climb down it,
feet first, like a mineshaft. The sunlight
will stay with me, swirling, dizzying
like the point of creation.
the sea flows open, the mountains spread
I take a step and the world