The world is uneasily happy;
It will all be forgotten.
Mother of roots, you have not seeded
The tall ashes of loneliness
Now I go.
If I knew the name,
Your name, all trellises of vineyards and old fire
Would quicken to shake terribly my
Earth, mother of spiraling searches, terrible
Fable of calcium, girl.
I crept this afternoon
In weeds once more,
Casual, daydreaming you might not strike
Mother of window sills and journeys,
Hallower of searching hands,
The sight of my blind man makes me want to weep.
Tiller of waves or whatever, woman or man,
Mother of roots or father of diamonds,
Look: I am nothing.
I do not even have ashes to rub into my eyes.
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