I Adore

I Adore
A Poetry –
A Potent Dream –
Like growing Tree
And echoing Scream

And dusty Glow
And fiery Ice:
A Potent throws
His Spears – Tries!..

A Rythming Rhyme,
A beating Cry:
That’s Groom and Bride,
And Live and Die,

And Step in Jump,
And Stretch of Wings:
Behind the Humps
Of Heart’s born Glimpse!..

A lining Stairs
Ascending sees:
Who now dares –
To grasp and squeeze?!

That One for After’s
Crushed Before:
His crying Laughter
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