Third Movement

 

1

On tempered wind

the moving leaves

go down

and

down

into themselves singing,

 

the sun is reforming

on the edge of my hand

and

the light is

again

and

again so

that everything is doubling

and growing out from me.

 

3

If the wind is pulled

into me

then,

I go down

and

down 

into myself singing.

 

4

I am breathing,

 so again

and

again

the sun is unfolding on

the tips of my hand

and

growing out from me

shinning.

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  1. The second stanza is flawless.

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