i know of none before
nor any others any have returned from
to bring good news or glad tidings
waves of time have washed /have washed
and still bare bone and sorry flesh
We carve each other's turnkey hearts
and serve them(generous!
Healing not spontaneous-
takes breath and time and love and will
slow as snail,deep as shark
we are either healed or we will kill
This golden paradox-the hollow bell
that rings and sings a Siren's song
Reefs remain-ships get grounded
Be careful where you set your sails
Each mariner's art a compass direction
We seek less than human perfection
yet if we survive inspection
Kali may thrive-in healing countryside
A response to Mary Krenek's poem 'It is no less', which refers to Kali
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