V. 2. / 6.) Heads Spin Once Through the Door

Heads spin once through the door

And face the other way...

Things in pictures seen...changing shape for

Things which are not, bringing to nought things that are

That I could not find you, by myself alone.

Again, the seeping through, the influence as water

Forging within, making things that touch

Things which only my spirit could taste, see, and hear

Things which spoke to me of the lost light tree

And embodied it... appearing wondrous to me

But which now, turned around, and looking back, I see

Were only my half-desperate efforts

To make sense of what I could not yet understand;

I was comforted, in an outer sort of way

But, oh, there was, more... yes, there was so much more

And further and deeper and beyond...

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