Approach.

Connect.

Curious creature.

How harmful can it be – one

so small and powered by desire?

Close – and there is something familiar –

something of the earth, of blind living and dying.

I am Ox.

What is it?  What is it?

It is here.

Already.  Perhaps always?

This creature with its complicated desire –

creates me, creates in me,

hints at something that can become.

This finding of it – it of me – tastes of cold binding to a flame.