the staff flowers
from the fractures
of my heart
and in this
beatific vision
I trust
as before
and will again
the moment
which tongues
the air
between us
to be true
and from this
fallow ground
the tree will
tangle earth
and sky
into more
than I
could
ever know
(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” Acewands, January 10, 2014)
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