Integration of the Parents

I

And the grain mixes with the drop of flesh,
the high provider of touch and hearing,
at whose white contact the salts stir,
and phosphorous resumes its physical joy.

All neighbors of the flesh
—form, fields of wheat, emptiness—
are gathered in its immediacy
to nourish the time of the verb that matter demands,
the verb of the deep, innumerable child,
treading toward the ecstasy of the first movement.

II

In the first movement,
a colloid noise endured until it rotated motionless;
and the breath ran beside the nimbus,
with the foot of a fixed and endless Throne.

The curled pearl undulated forward,
and the calm, childlike parents,
feeling for the shining contact,
touched their favorite loving organs.

III

Then

space opened and remained deserted.

A seed blinked
and an eternal eye elapsed.

IV

The bone declined to whiteness
and discovered itself liquid,
flooding its own future cavities,
and their coming, bitter smells;
but a summer full of fish and mangers
transformed what were merely vestments into a solid presence,
and a great cycle of paternal flesh was fulfilled.