Root Cap

everything is forward-looking

the future “gives” the past to the present provided its presence persists—
but it decays which in a perfect (that is eternal) yielding offers the future its past and this perfects the relation (which, like love, is made so in being reciprocated) even as its opposite (all that copulate) begin the existing & put the past in debt: an obligation to the future that can only be satisfied in the dead for in the absence of bequeath & devise there is but the god & expectation

sex without death

the emptiness of the eternal is, as if a womb, where light is never a thought
but where fire is first conceived pregnant with those whose “birth” we call
the Matter of Time—this "is" that incites & torments what comes-to-life, to die

a great summoning

what will never bear & this barrenness being the whole of a soul (an eternity
that incites the sun with great expectation) may be named "the baring of a god"
which in spring is the kinship fatality seeks in those now free to copulate

perfect eternity

in the world that has survived this threat
there is a more perfect one that comes by way
of an increasing-ness awake in those whose sleep
constitute this dark ubiquity

those forbidden to beget

awake in the dark

what sleep withdraws from the effort to divide is heat—where without its radiance no weather could swell nor ovule bare the soul its tree nor the wild reach of time beget this approach of fire—not without there being one whose waste the ambiguous emptiness keeps as if a dream for the sleepless who are the tinder it gathers against this expanding immortality—these perpetual combustions that light the way for those who seek the sleep desire has exhausted with the advent of seed

a distant fire

Yoke

the reason to die
why in fact it comes alive
is that the fire to be
—in the endeavor
to engender desire—
surrenders itself
to love utterly

the Place of any gathering

dormancy

fire & not radiance engenders desire
we advance only to fail—fall to gain ground
where to flourish is to extinguish
what kept the dark around

the rising sun