Ways

 

Here we part ways until next Spring in the Moon

I'll row upstream looking for the invisible desert around the Garden

You can remain on the mouth of the river calling the inner Ocean of future Morning

Here we part ways because of the geography of Love

cliffs   forests   lakes around love and its Flesh

we are unveiling here the body of Angst

crossing the primal courage of Longing

 

(whenever the Truth of parting ways becomes bodily unbearable 

we must write the Poem of other bodies within between and among us

other bodies of us under ways and under labors 

more capable of untying the knots of despair and flying until there is Becoming)