Encircled by her arms as by a shell,

she hears her being murmur,

while forever he endures

the outrage of his too pure image …

Wistfully following their example,

nature re-enters herself;

contemplating its own sap, the flower

becomes too soft, and the boulder hardens …

It’s the return of all desire that enters

toward all life embracing itself from afar …

Where does it fall? Under the dwindling

surface, does it hope to renew a center?