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::: Kharithana (Kri'-sta-la) :::

Mitochondrial Eve spinning the moon
without interruption or supervision.
Stars sail across the sky without time,
as she is both mother and midwife.

Primordial Eve in infinite density.
Infinitesimally small, a ball of power
a witness to it all, as all
abilities to predict the future break down.

She was there with the molten soup;
the black iron core glowing blood red.
The syrupy mixture of the elements
spirit, earth, fire, wind, and water.

Kharithana exhaled into existence,
into Lucy our African humanity.
Silently witnessing the dawn of spring,
the azalea blossoms, the buzzing insects.

Everything comes alive when Kharithana
opens her eyes at sunrise to capture
that moment when the first golden ray
caps the mountain range and forms a lining.

Thus when Kharithana yawns, stretches out her arms
like the big bang, my heart becomes a beating drum,
synapses snap and my quantum capillaries
rediscover the meaning of life.

Written by: ~ Dean Walker