what is the face of this sundance
where pollinations fall in tearful radiance

the shells broke to let offsprings
into new beginnings
where semen had embraced
in unbloody disvirginity

what is the face of this sundance
whose sudden setting makes shadows walk backwards again

did they…
did we not know that
even gods bend to bow
in that uncompleted circle
of new farewells?

what is the face of this sundance
but in the rising of new gods
who shall dance into tomorrow
with piercing rays

and so…
let Stanislavsky brightly turn
to see how golden embryos
transit methodically into new realities

and then we shall remember
when we danced in the sun together
with unbroken lines
and rays of unforgettable memories

at those high places
where you shall seize the day
with all in it

when you hold time still
in fragments of your own interpretations

give me the oil
that spreads
from finger to finger
that our licking
might be
for ever and ever.

-Kenneth Christie-Atiti.
©2017.