The father is the sun and
the mother is the moon.
The things they move together -
Makes the waters move.

The moving waters start to swim
And make the metals mingle;
Make the mix that's all life's flow,
And then begin to tinkle.

The tinkling's sound does all rebound
And make the colors bleed.
The bleeding's fade does all arrange
And make the mind aflame.
The fire flies in face of time,
And all but wick remains.


(& as I cut through or as it cuts through me I see)

day is calculation. separation
the night is intuition vision
& dusk is a doorway not from or to but through

a person is as a machine
energy the fuel, habits feelings thoughts the parts
& I am everything. or I'm nothing