Here are two more short sections (present for Jonathan):


The blithe young maidens dancing in a ring
In the peaceful street, in the ancient hill town
In the painting, slowly fading on the wall
In the ancient hill town -
How many were there? Five, seven, nine?
All in a ring - did they sing a counting game?
One, two, three... faster, faster!
Only a ring now (one dizzy blur).


The path from the beautiful day
Through the summer maze, through the needle's eye
Back into sunlight.
The blind step
From a screenless porch, to fly through the air
And roll in pliant grass...

- different eras, different names and flags
For the human effort. The mute donation
Of the groundlings : wholeness
Counting up to one

And one (the hermit's witness).

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