driven by fear to walk in the night
I found the grace to get back there
on the morning of the first day
when I was immortal
I had love
I took refuge
and then in my dream
a fox turned into a small girl
it's all I remember
but it haunts me
my ardor was pure on the first morning
our humanity spiritualized
goddess everywhere
too much for one man
now I look across myriad revolutions of mystic hearts aching
and I see our daughter has grown up meantime
with gold eyes to gaze through space
where her life lies beating
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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