teleleiomena

mortals, the shadow inherits the eternal
you and me, are just pieces of it
longing for fulfillment, not in the world
oddly so, consciousness in rout
vaguely can we see, hardly can we know
excessive desire drives us to do so.

Lifting wind, whiffled silk
around the air
rhythm flows
relented souls draw near
inches and inches, so closely
slowly, fence no more but transparent only
slightly, time halts, as trembling movements approach
awesome, wonderful, spark shuffles, as unity falls