Mysterious Gifts

You ask me what powers I want that I'm not sure you have. I ask you what we want that could never be our power to give. At first I thought of health and not just unwise stagnant wealth, But deeper still I long for clear and true integrity for me for you for us whether together or disinterred apart. It's not my obscure dull worry, as you might later restory, this issue history and physical mystery that all life falls apart like energy when closed and just in parts, left hemisphere reductive. And wider still we belong within resilience, not fragility Where fragments suffer cynics afraid to sacredly remember we were once all of one part, matriarchal ability; It's my start, resilient integrity, not fragile mendacity, my health discerning path to polypathic wealth with less pathology not yours to give, but ours to learn Together, or disinterred apart.