And with our minds construct
A will to love the world
The hidden dream of our desire
And to live into every weather
Continually shaping and re-shaping us
The way sleep works on leaves
Drawing life up from the depths
Into the limbs of flowers
Like a remembrance of the future
Seen at the outset and then forgotten
In a few days many days
Darkness measuring the distances
Practiced every day
Until the seed pounces
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