ex nihilo qualia

the light is pouring
and sun-drops splash
blood blue my morning
gold to grey ash

now dark is winging
and heart is cold
but God is singing
grey ash to gold

more almost circles

time

joy -> pain

faith and works

deontology -> teleology
regeneration (plants, animals, etc.)
love

the almost circle

If I were ye,
an ye were me,
and that made three,
or four?

Why, we'd sip tea,
an me-lo-dy,
o'er that made three,
and four!

Four or three, maid?
that and me were!
ye an ye were...
1 If.

note: Christy told me she thought this might have been a poetic account of a romantic conversation. It was intended to be a conversation between an old man and a little girl.