What are the words and what do they all mean?
Which are purposive? Which are irrelevant
in the current dogma? Is man but a servant
of the beloved? The clouds that rise all seem
to be of fleeting character, the trees lean
into the wind and all the flowers that I plant
change colors as the year goes. The observant
stars make judgments of the iris, the broad ocean
reaches toward the shore. It's as if my mind
were the changing weather, were the wide arch
of heaven. Lover, your brilliant light has blinded
me completely. I can hear that birds that perch
on the low branches, the animals that demand
a meaningless scripture spoke without a church.
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