[a nourishing picnic of warm, tangible bread;
a calm vacation.]
The presence of a childless mother hauntes the edge of the sea.
pale & halfless,
is all psycho-physical projection, and so free
among the knotted, ancient nets of relation that surround her-
her pain echoing from the depths,
and shimmering in the world of representation.
in iridescent howls.
by the edge
of the sea where the milk-white foam
licks the pink rims of conches,
and the families travel to remember
the origin and the end of Everything.
watches everything pass,
and she holds her symbol, the indigo
shell, the fruitless
hull that sleeps
in empty halves.
howls forever in a soprano that paints
the world in iridescent pastels.
has a particular sadness that everyone knows,
and bloody knees because she kneels.
so much. no-one can touch
because no-one is her
and no-one knows her
companions are the constellations that mean so much.
They are given mythos to console them for their untouchability.
Where is her child?