Life is the thing
that unpacks light and necessity
and whose relentless emergence
urges upon itself
the terms of its own surrender

Love is the thing
that embroiders the fabric of space
with the dreams of unconscious weavers
who pluck life’s loom and
give color and pattern to the universe

Sex is the thing
that disturbs the veil of life
and seeks love's insistance
and in its selfish desire
attempts to blind death's gaze

Violence is the thing
that mistaking sex for love
struggles to enslave desire
and confusing death with hate
seeks salvation in anger

Death is the thing
that winds time’s thread
onto the spool of becoming
and with the passionless friction of inevitability
fashions the quilted twins of sex and violence