i stretch my arms forward. they dip
into some kind of bow. there he is, rescuing me
from being that bow.
must i explain myself? is that something
i would care to do?
bless for it. bless for it.
now is eternity. eternity is forever.
is a kind of pseudoscience.
i am not so reliant
but what is it on which i rely
did i ever try to not rely
and in the birth of venus,
i am with you. you are ancient.
i am ancient, but too
mother of flora. flora, i give to reach you
toward earth-mother sun. look there.
eternity. do not believe in time.
only the farmers these days
abide by such.