Life finds a way to relate,
in a world held in relation.

In reception, the sun is light.
At origin, relation holds.

But the world returns
beyond the immediate.

Life finds a path to meaning,
in a world dense in relation.

In abstraction, the sun is day.
At origin, relation holds.

The fox follows a scent,
the scent has no edge;
the mind frames it.

The fox gauges a distance,
the distance has no edge;
the mind frames it.

The fox senses a danger,
the danger has no edge;
the mind frames it.

The fox lies in a heap,
the heap has no edge;
the mind frames it.

A tree falls,
bereft of listener.

The timber rots,
without a use.

The ship sinks,
into the sea she sailed.

Wood returns,
ground receives.

Love holds a relation to heart.
The love for something is kept.
The love with an other is keeping.

The heart throws; a heart catches,
yielding a keeping between.

Falling raises the stakes.

Lovers co-sign relations held to heart.
The lovers keep together
what cannot keep alone.

The heart throws; the heart catches,
unfolding the keeping between.

Loving tends the bloom.

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The unrequited heart
keeps without return.

The bereaved heart
keeps what once was keeping.

A bloom stirs the bee;
the bee drinks the nectar;
pollen rides the buzz;
the meadow blooms.

What unfolds fed,
folds unfed.

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A buzz stirs the bee;
the bee seeks the nectar;
the buzz rides the bee.

The earth spins on its axis.
The world turns on a point.

Within echo, the dark is a cave.
Within body, the ground is a fall.
Within time, events bind as story.

Within frame, self inhabits world.
The world is everything returning.