The other worlds
And searching for
My Mother worlds and
Harboring the infants of
The timeless space and
Heartstring glove and
But stilling calm
I read my fate
Upon my palm
Intuit when
The storm begins
And all below
Give up the ghost
Until the Host
Reveal at last
The Presence here
Was never gone
And all along
We all did wrong
And cut our chords
From proper Song
In lieu of wings
That never flew
And never grew
Increasing pain
Instead of gain
And now the way
Enfolds the day
As Mother cries
At last I lay
My body down
And clothe myself
In Earthen Gown…
And Dust is now
My Holy Crown.

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