Do you know of apple trees?
Do you know fruit of any kind?
Or is it love
With whom you converse?
Love for,
That you know?
The will that catapults
Selections from your own desire?
The desire for you,
It turns out.
How that marble
Stays elusive,
Stays true,
As if it was marble
And could merely weather
Morbidity, achieved disgrace,
New birth of weeds.
It is only what one knows
Makes one powerless
To explain.
The most powerful change
In the omniverse
Barely registered,
So far away
The individual players
From each other's flames.
