without
the wild wheat
waves undulant
intuitive like wind
what reason exists
if any exist
divides outside
the yes and yes
we’re wrapped
within the procreant
surge of stars
a waterfall’s rush
and crash over
the edge of the world
to where we gather
to sing our song
safe in the arms
of her enduring love
(from a work in progress: “Arcana” , November 4, 2013
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