As we pull back
(Retreat from bustle)

Patterns emerge

The human aim
to flatten with gravity
the sprite spirit
that would soar.

Every bodhi falls apart

I bring you death
solace and love

In equal overdoses.

And then we go on

Eve wrapping adam
skeletal frame
overgrown and fleshed

Tantric topiary
intertwined

And the one great thing-
no need to hurry