Root Cap

fire sleeps when seeds wake
& fire wakes when sleep
the "beneath" all seeds give way
gives way

the fire

desire

the “bearing” light is the impress of life
—an act that is sealed by the dark
a burden only to those without the fire

Hylephila phyleus

immortality is what time bears
& without the latter springs eternal
but only the unwinding of us
coil thus

this divine gift

time is an allure. it charms our being
an enchantment of such as the enveloping dark possess
for "to have" is its blessing & without its incantation

being itself reason enough for nothing

the gathering

the time to die is always coming to an end & that is why sleep can be so delightful

a root's reflection

What the sun seeks
Is what the knot
In the head of a sunflower
Thinks—to rush a hole
That reeks with sleep

there is no careless surrender

without is how death cares for the absence life engenders
& in so yielding life is without

Exile

I am without help!

What can it mean?

Needs & Provisions

But in this state of “without” together this “we”

Is nothing!

God