Stretch Himself, as if again
through downpress of dust
upward, soul giving way
to thread of white, that reaches
for daylight, to open as green
leaf that is …
Can Ascension
not have been
arduous, almost,
as the return
from Sheol, and
back from the tomb
into breath?
Matter reanimate
now must relinquish
itself, its
human cells,
molecules, five
senses, linear
vision endured
as Man –
the sole
all-encompassing gaze
resumed now,
Eye of Eternity,
Relinquished, earth’s
broken Eden.
Expulsion,
liberation,
last self-enjoined task
of Incarnation.
He again
Fathering Himself.
Seed-case splitting.
He again
Mothering His birth:
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