AD INFINITUM



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 

loins

into the ever-still flame