Again

That river joined the river. We turned green time grew with us in the stem of the wild morning glory in the membrane of the reed in the leaf of the corn in the eye of the lantern the bright lantern. We turned green over hard stones over sharp thorns over dry salt flats we passed. We put down roots and took the wounded soil in our arms we went as far as the healing of old wounds without the hard things without the sharp things without the dry things lip to lip with light lip to lip with each other ... That river reaches the river the reed turns green dances in the silver arms of the water the reed bed sings. The bright lantern to the branches of the pine we graft ...