The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes.
Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that? Don’t put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit-ear listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur.
Let the cords of your robe be untied. Shiver in this new love beyond all above and below.
The sun rises, but which way does night go?
I have no more words. Let soul speak with the silent articulation of a face.
