...

I am this naked

mineral:

a subterranean echo:

I am happy to have come from so far away,

from such earth.

I am last, minimally

made guts, body, hands

that broke away patternless

from mother rock,

without hope of enduring,

decided, a transitory human,

destined to live

and shed my leaves.

Ah that destiny--

to live on in the darkness

of one's own being--granite without a statue,

pure matter, irreducible, cold:

I was stone, dark stone

and the separation was violent,

a wound of faraway birth:

I want to return to that sureness,

to the core refuge, to the womb

of the stone mother

from where I do not know how or when

I was extracted to live in pieces.

***

poem: XXIII, from Heaven Stones by Pablo Neruda. Translated by Maria Jacketti.

dress: Blurred Cascade by (epoque) (currently closed for renovations...)
hair: XFE275 hair black by booN
skin Gemini Sullied Skin by Home of Sanu

I bought the dress and skin not at the creators' stores, but here.