Eyeless and  

holy, sweat dripping through the worlds  

crowned with a Name, crowned with Nothingness  

I am you and you are me, as it is written  

I am my beloved’s and my beloved  

is mine 

We were hurled, nameless,  

through your footsteps, and  

I loved you even before knowing you  

And so will we meet, again  

in Adam’s heart, crowns of  

poppy and wormwood— —