I woke one early morning, three or four,
recalling what creative love would do
to seek out who's responsive at their core
to such creative love as made all who
would have un-rest within themselves regard-
-ing how things are around, and what they're for.
Folk who, when things are difficult or hard
won't just give up, lie back upon the floor
or bed, re-treating so to numb the pain,
but, like a child, reach out, or cry for more
of what is good, and pure, and brings on gain,
and in this way slough off a year, or score.
For when creative love's connected to
this Earth through hardware made to take it in
and live it out, there ain't no telling who
could be it's carrier, or not. Begin-
-ing with a girl-child who can't do much work
to build the GDP of town or state
but could, in time, embody, not just shirk
creative love's own covenant of late.
The change within the universe between
two "opposites" (as often folk perceive)
the matter of creative love, not seen
as product, but beloved, who could receive
the seed of such creative love, en-soiled
so secretly this living love might grow
and multiply, allowing joy that's coiled
around creative love, be known, and know!
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