masses: in the beginning

painting by marlene vine (, poem by roy herndon smith

In the Beginning (20.07)

the organismic
fire, the womb of all, nothing
becoming something

other, the first time
i sat across the table
from you, you were still

and trembling, you looked
straight at me, putting nothing
between you and me

a half hour later
in the men’s room, i stood still
stunned into nothing

without form and void
i walked back out and sat down
we talked, time began