The First Emanation

By Deca

On Forest Agates

Released on January 1, 2016

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We are colder now

We have not love's first magic here

You come to me quiet as bulbs not yet broken out into sunlight

Are we walking in that fashion, living in that fashion?

I don't think that

I think we're all anguished, we're all fearsome

We're all unhappy and wretched

Imagination

I push up through the stems of flowers and step out onto lawns

Am newly frozen rains cracking under paws

I am imagination

Know not whether it is a lawn or a universe I am crossing

Some vision of this planet might come and go

While you put into words this wonder

First creature seeing through mist, new planets floating

I follow the ant in its tree trunk world

I am imagination

When I enter your women, they glow

You would pull curtains back on them

That Heaven might see its only rivals

Are you watching me?

In my immensity, wonder all your senses

I am the paradise, never lost

Only you must evaporate before reaching me

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