Time & Tantra

“Time, you are not linear. Nor are you the master. 
Remember, I the creator made you my prey?

I glide in the sky hovering, 
my hawk eye steady and sharp on you 
and when I dive down to dig my lethal beak into your neck, 
you turn out to be my secret accomplice, 
for before reaching your inevitable last breath
you move at the perfect pace 
that teaches me to unfurl
with each swooping swirl
in tandem with all creation 
and before I even eat you, 
I flutter fed and full from the tantra of 
my own divine rhythmic dance 
and us both in this farce of a chase 
flirt and fuck with each other’s death.”

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