that wind us with their silvery stems, binding
us to the truths and lies we have uttered and heard.
taking our dring at the well of folly and in the cup
of both Holy Communion and poisoned dreas. drink
deeply the blood of my heart, freely and of your will,
take your fill and I, I shall be transformed by this.
brought from wretched wreck to mortal, then
transfigured in a moment of awakened passion
to immortal. and thus I may join in the stars.
William F. DeVault
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