May 21, 2004


Relighting dawn
& the dim sockets, like
rose......her wax petals

Until a candle meets suddenly
That spirit of The
melted waters womb;

as her moon is Cleansing

the new acolytes
Before the old world

go Noiselessly into her eyes;
Bringing Her downward......even as her smooth bells
tinkle in shadow

She bows a Little
is inserting, like the voiced
Under a hill, Or

She is through Dropping
into the ever-still flame

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