Intention
By now, you know how it is, being one such
molecularity with the lichenspan
of a cometspin. Part of us is less
than a plant, which the more it grows the harder is
to move around, splitting rocks to send
its children some other direction. And part
is more than an animal, having learned to make love
with a whole body, if not a whole mind. Myself
at last in the back and forth of an own particular
rooting circumstance, I had one choice
of which to send your future: a mine I might
lose my life in finding, or these last words
to begin with, elder brothers to
speak to you about love. The elder brothers
you never had. Forgive them if you can.
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