There’s a reason
why, in so many
of our languages,
the sun—sol,
slunce, soleil—
coils around
two columns:
consonants,
S and L,
which sing
and summon soul,
as if the soul
were the sun of suns,
and soul-centric
the whole cosmos is.
But then there is earth, too,
unmistakably pointing
to something early,
first, former, and before.
But before what,
or before whom?
That’s the crux of the question.
Was there a life—or a death—
before?
One too horrible
or too grand to recall,
or to die—
of knowing?
