3: Within Without

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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