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"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 seed
And eating dark metal and stone.
With hairs of hunger I groped
From the little that I was, for the only home.

I was a root and my ugly and
Unfinished self was the first form of love

In embryonic passion in the earth.

And eating dark metal and stone
I broke through lostness,
With cells gulping into the dwelling,
The dwelling the cells knew was there,
The only home,
The home whose threshold
Is thrown from an explosion.

I came for this in the first form of love,
Lost and losing,
And it brought me in
And made of me
The second form of love.