If love spoke the world
And erupted into light
And clothed the trees with leaves
And filled the massive mote
If love danced with the wind
So it would trickle on our necks
And filled the clouds with dew
Bursting forth the ground’s food
If love’s behind the cheetah’s sprint
In the solace of a turtle
Respires every gill
And ballets the eagle’s wings
Then this love that swells within my heart
This pure, eurhythmic repertoire
The unadulterated mystery
Is anything but unnatural
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