[muse] wh? i dunno

[coronaviridae]

Zona Pellucida

Diving through the moths at the speed of sound I find myself just another one of a million swirling particles. The sky has the consistency of half-congealed jello, and the moths beat waves through it that echo back and forth through time. Sand tumbles through the hourglass and mud slides down the slope. Cars pile up with the discordant screeching of slaughtered tubas. Trumpet-mouthed flowers close up for the night and the trisagion ends.

We are birthed from clouds lightning with our wings alight and blazing. The air picks hydrogen ions off and the rest of them dissolve into nothing. I fly on with their dust trailing behind me, sparkling, the only banner I need to announce my presence. The world goes from a sphere to a plane to an upward-curved smile with arms reaching out to catch me. Moths sing through their wings like zithers and xylophones, evaporating into static.

I hit the world hard enough to break every bone in my body. Melting like a lampwork bead I dissolve and release my secret heart. All I am now is seeds to the fertile soil, swirling and ionizing and crystallizing, unfolding like a child waking from sleep. Time vomits forth meaning and complexity. At day eight the heart cells begin to beat.

Catalysis puts an end to everything. My head ripped from my body, I am no more. In nine months I will be born.


[muse]