Save one=love one
stand outside stains
again with a cool
two fingers over
opening the third
to what eternally happens. The third stands with me and confuses my immediate vision turns my shoulder
Into a hill and pours he like salt into my own wounds. This third eyes does not read, recognizes no atoms, confers with the second and the first. But my eyes clear again too soon to burn.
The secret is to risk disaster, hope for triumph and describe the forms of the incarnation.