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The lover has looked and locked,
Loved and thereby lifted the latch,
The beloved's eyes, as his palm,
Encircling the fruitful Earth, the world
And all of those who live therein;
Embracing the whole with ardent arms
He enters the fertile hill whose gates
Lift and open for pristine hands
And head whose heart is cleansing breath:
A fire consuming dross: deceit and vanity.
Only he will know the fullness of the palm
That knows to stand and when to bend.

Although the bastard's beginning's the same,
Of bastards and bounty we know no end!


© Dan Goorevitch, 1998