Spiraling Stairs
Spiraling stairs
born of wrinkle wrestling
Shiftings sharpen, called of willow fastings
Brought my dry
tinder found in mystery’s keeping
And furrowed far
the onward pull
In every star’s
wisting
Lifting patterns
born of dark-light banishings
Sightings
quicken called of slender declinings
Lit my inner fire found in farlight’s curbing
And deeply
ploughed the forward draw
In every angle’s knowing
But why the
enmeshing and entangling of lines
Why wrap the releasing
light in spider’s webs
Put in harboured
nests the unfathomed quest
Why, lest they
see, and in seeing take the spoil
Lest they think
they know, and in knowing fall
And falling find
in loss their quest’s own behest
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