What I want is bright, what I want
Glows in the lake, out of the deep
A word of love, whose spiritual achievement
Drags the sky in his yellow net, all fastening gold!
Like air, where the apples hang, I feel the pulse
Of an after-word, un-succumbing and trod-less,
Entirely fresh. Find me this dark beginning,
Defaced visage of a traceless beard, un-peaked,
Who lips the chaotic of marmorous mumbles,
Smooth and strong. Bring the beyond to here,
The herein beyond, and take light,
Whose glowing in my emptiness I long.
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