the vial of all beginnings

Past the brittle reed of wonder past the unwrit 
unspelt large of words lies the worn underness 
of warm things     the vial of all beginnings scratches 
dawn and you wake as the snake does to its withered 
skin    if you float a lie on a river will it flow as readily 
as one that made its way to heaven, reborn as scripture?

4 comments on “the vial of all beginnings

  1. Wow! Quite! If you’re saying what I think you’re saying there may be a twist in the tale of Moses.

    • huzaifazoom says:

      I can see that meaning working itself in 🙂 the first two bits are taken from unworkable poems I wrote over the last two weeks. The final bit I wrote before posting and stringing together with the two. I am just glad they resonated. Thanks 🙂

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