Purusha breaths
from underneath
through my smile and my tear,

She breaths the sky within
and she feeds
her fingers on the outside here,

she loves in frames
and she listens in puzzles,

she carves in flames
and she awaits in the dazzle,

She is my has been
and will be
and the backs of my TV screen
tuned in to the universe's
transmission,

Purusha answers
with another question
to all accusations,

Purusha breaths the world
out of the dirt
of my breathing...