From a swaying palm on the outer key
fell a coconut rolling to your feet
with a crooked stem and a shell of green.
The temple down the coast a-lights.
The moon reveals the Apollonian night.
A voice says, “Break it, see what’s inside.”
You smash the shell on the trunk of the tree,
cracking open what could not be foreseen:
a hidden place with no boundary.
You must leave the shell, your body behind.
It’s all a part of the sacrifice:
to truly live means to truly die.
You drink the milk and close your eyes.
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