Jormungand or Ouroboros?
It is myself that eats myself.
It is not this place.
Not the grinding of this sandy shelf
nor the children on its face…
It is myself that eats myself.
It is not this place.
Not the grinding of this sandy shelf
nor the children on its face…
The feeling of pain
and the burden of sadness –
I acknowledge them
and take them into myself.
Devouring them
and then I try to turn them
into something beautiful.