Love and Becoming
The sun-stream floods
the two lovers
In their golden raputre
they make love and death
And so all life
Reaches up to becoming
Waxing gently and strongly
In ritual forms
Moving always moving
Towards its end and back again
This swinging branch that
Laps the air in rythmic lashes
To measure out this
Endless dripping of time
Each moment passing
With love and becoming
That binds us to Life
In a frayed and twisted knot
Like the long-legged lover
Beguiling with her black eyes
She must satisfy herself
With all her victims
In the practiced dance
Of love and beccoming
This eternal marching
To its end and back again
Back and to its end again…
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