Pieces of six
and the whole story of a first life
Only taken of a
second and a castle with no moat
Of a new peace a
next trust saved with no defense
Up from the
sacrificial centers of a ripe led returning
The rasping
round of one life’s crystal fringed tassels
From a Rose
plant on which were only some parts living
A first and a
second life clearly framed and forming
Fulfilled of the
‘mad light’ when the wine was taken
Where the
pulling things left for the lines of seven
And the longing
heart torn, all taken in a twinkling
A vine draped of
autumn in a yellowing of leaves
Sweeping release
in the hearts of the all falling
Swift turnings
and happenings formed of lost cleavings
Jeweled the joys
within born of Everland’s rulings
The roaring
distance covered in a split second’s instance
Rivers of the uprising
overflowing pallid havens
Where were no
cords or chains, or colours of bindings
No holding back
in the utter taking
Free to roam in
all expanded places of the divining
Entrances of the
undoing pull the golden castings
Not in the
furtherest part did the paling pass
Welling up
through fields ripe with golden grain
The fullest
measure in the barest parts of seven
Rising as
incense given from flying awhile
In all the
fastening spaces in between held in black
The not-locked
parts that went stepping backwards
With lighted
feet that run on coals in diamond paces
The regal race
all hidden of their path
White with
stones and red with portions of lined cases
Translated yet
not of knowledge where saved fishes feed
On winsome wings
and softly folded will each one come
Once in water’s
falling the ringing part of truth was heard
Raised of the
decreasing, the gathering of the yearning ones
Where their
outer forms transformed, no part denied them
They of the
fallen found their life’s delight in the welling up
