A tangent higher
than high left her the Earth behind
Lower than low made
of nothing
Of the wrestle’s
favour swiftlight formed and framed her
But the image
fell, hit a chair and lost its head
Not out of
intelligence or any particle of ability
Only of a fire’s
flame a child caught up and betrothed
One of no
account, too deep by eons and below all man’s sutured sight
The far fetched light the stuff of little babes cast out
The life they
breathe there it is very thin
Intensely saying
though it seem as nothing
Out of Zion’s
gates she’d fled no more hampered by chain or fetter
No favoured
letter there nothing fair would cling
All her former
goodly things as rags, they could not fester there
Torn and
stripped away, her things were now of nothing made
All
see-throughish as a breath of air, where they touch there the core of fire
Only real working
wonders really meet our deepest needs
And fuse the broken
wire
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