Fragments of a Particle


out of a shaped-bend many inevitable turnings
come turning
and orbit their nuclear sun.
the first word was "feeling"
two parts broken, the rectum separated
the pieces of a whole
that made up that fragile seed:
when you planted it, you did so tenderly
and with a reverence for nature
that was not only sought, but learned
religiously!
or not at all, and tamed it
with the undying tenderness of a mother
from who all things sprouted: good, bad
and the sociopathic, who tend to her garden
fifty-years later as she puts herself to bed.
the second word was "emotion"
that i felt and feel still, toward that twisting
nexus, undeniable sun
whose particles glare so brightly, so diligently
against the rims of my sunglasses
that lines conjugate to form my vision
and i see:
saw, for the first time, that unrelenting passion
that he brought home, night and day,
and lay to rest on the table, composed.

i could tell you the third one, hushed
ambiguously, deflowered as a virgin
stillborn between thin hairs of grass:
but the third will come to you, in time
the same way that sun came from the very own
seed that god gave birth to it: i have said it
many times, in passing
under the hushed breath of the hushed sound
of the sound the word makes itself: forbidden.