The power of my lover moves in my midst
And struggles against the constraint of
ages
Fighting inherent deceit in the righteous ones' lies
I yearn for my own kind – I live the
dance –
The deepened pivot pierces, and
releases us
Gripped of his love I push through the
ground
My arms come up through the stubborn earth
My hands reach up to intercede through
it
Fingers stretching up – like trunk and boughs
In two huge trees my arms emerge – yearning
Holding up the leaden sky, then piercing
through it
My branches meeting the falling light of
stars
Their branches, too, reach down, as mine
reach up
Hands above the night sky barrier, the
light there
Streaming through the holes we thought were
stars
In the lover – the lower one fell, the
higher one flew
Half way down, or half way up – the
meeting place
Third heaven meets, and marries the conquered
earth
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