trickling

Only the
soul
keep us
With
heavy power
midst
our
thinking
his simplicity
border
our
there being
the
one
world

The word
wingless
has
in the main
a nest
built

The seed
between
Tower and
branch
beats
in the heartbeat
under the
Skin on
the earthen
body
own
wall

The clock
our time
falls by
each
breath
trickling
writhing
all
End to