Joy-notes
when the time comes
Yield
To the forces outside you
Images simply
Of your inner compulsions
When the time comes
Invite
Your enemies inside you
Inversions simply
Of your face on the world
When the time comes
Die
From the fears that hold you
The action simply
Of seceding old skins
When the time comes
Arise
That marsh birds greet you
Rendering simply
The raw joy-notes of dawn
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