Just how does time begin with song,
it’s speck expanding everlong?
And parser passes without weaping,
God the Sower wheel and leaping.

Assets are for loving’s grace,
and God with ever-simple face
shines in part on willow desk
for boards of birchbark in my chest,

Stacking, wrapping paper still,
then to climb the towering hill
to speak with man on top of it;
we enlightenment + get,

Rounding bend and corner gave
to live with me and further have
a friend, a magic spark of light
then alone to wayward night,

Where dark towers wheel and wing and whisper.

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