Now, imagine, frameless-eyes watching
A white imbibing bovine licking rime.
About its thought: a blackened evening
But down below some glow begins to shine
Reckon time: a swelling divine morning
Udder swollen, solid strains with gods-wine
When sudden drips of dreams begin oozing:
The daze. All dreams then fill its shining eyes
With endless forms. But outer life unheeding
The bovine swallows whole: it stays alive.
©2026 R.A.R. Knight
Author’s Note:
Adapted from Norse Mythology, of Auðumbla, the primordial bovine. And as always in my poetry there is a Heraclitian connection. Always.
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