Mother Cosmos

Hemoglobin earths, like red, like alive 

Water and star-glitter, glamor, clamoring for more 

More, more, 

Shed the rose’s thorns and make room for swords 

So that the infinitesimal children don't stop breathing and feasting and wreathing 

Their mother’s necks with the weight of eaten dreams

And swollen catastrophes 

If every neural network is a universe 

Than every mother is a carrier of the cosmos

is it dark in there or can you see the distant glimmering of stars?