Egg Prayer
At night, when the moon
in my throat is full,
I listen - an embryo want
in my own nest.
I hear the needs
of worms and dragons.
They do not seem
different to me.
The hunting calls of angels,
the tigers panting bruit
does not seem dissimilar.
I am what the egg wants.
I want a spirit that crashes through
the ever changing face
of this world.
I want the shell-breaking desire
of all fledgling gods.
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