"The first form of love is lostness"The first form of love is lostness,a spending form and a growing one.
I was a root, spending the seedAnd eating dark metal and stone.With hairs of hunger I gropedFrom the little that I was, for the only home.
I was a root and my ugly andUnfinished self was the first form of love
In embryonic passion in the earth.
And eating dark metal and stoneI broke through lostness,With cells gulping into the dwelling,The dwelling the cells knew was there,The only home,The home whose thresholdIs thrown from an explosion.
I came for this in the first form of love,Lost and losing,And it brought me inAnd made of meThe second form of love.
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