The Way

Within us, two
sources of dream.

The first, bound
to flesh, closest

to the surface,
luminous, cold.

Addicted to its
nerve and pleasure:

touching flame,
seeing (as desire)

a blood-tinged flower,
breathing in the scent

of violet. The second,
primal, deeper, heated

core. No light passes
through its being;

spreads its wings,
whose purpose is

to hunt the world
for heavenly things.

It cannot use
its senses but

it knows the way.

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