I see the workers in the upper and lower waters
gathering the streams into their arms.
Once the divine integration was made in my presence,
delirious you said, I love the world,
did you mean all of it or some of it?
I track the ascents and descents,
the upper root and the lower root will find each other
but don’t leave me alone. If the ends have been calculated,
I have not seen them. All my broken bones are whole,
my broken heart too, every shard complete.
I love the partial, the broken, individual, incomplete,
the fragment, the wounded,
I love the separate, you said,
because it integrates,
and even if not,
it is whole.