Sunday, 21 February 2016

I am a stag of seven tines

The centre and the edge are one
                                                                I take this form here and now
the shadows and the passing sun
                                                                pass through this world as and how
things past and things not yet begun
                                                                the world's tracks and paths allow
the spindle and the thread that's spun
                                                                unbroken ground before the plough

I am every rock and tree,
                               
I am you and you are me,
               
I am death and ecstasy.

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