The Act That Builds Worlds

THE ACT THAT BUILDS WORLDS

I am in the air,

pulsing in the water,

calling the rain,

wasting memories,

taking evidence.

Because that time was breaking,

and one flower, in itself,

was surrendering, and...

I was in the air,

pulsing in the water,

calling the rain,

untying armor,

with my eyes cast down,

obtaining concrete evidence.

For that time has passed,

and what remained, in itself,

declared its worth.