Vol. 2. / 2.) The Life-Seed Swells

The life-seed swells the heart becomes a globe

And the crack, the crevice in my sphere runs

Right through from the centre to the edge . . .

Both ways . . . a polar axis, a pivoting life-line

Once warped it was, now strait as a die

Aligning in each part the semblance of one bend

But which took offence as though it were a prize

And so straitened it

And the light perfect, which now shone inside it

Was as a road broken through my surface world

Nor more to wind round things I’d rather not face

But through the very middle of them –

Mining their treasures –

Taking pain by making of it comfort

Annulling thorns by finding only gifts

And now real life for only a former glimmer of it.

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