The mystery ends when life ends
When eyes can see beyond this light
When fields are mountains, seas and skies:
A labyrinth of passing states.
The limestone springs which burst from cliffs,
The hawks and snakes which flow like streams,
The towns which grow and crumble back,
And through them all the binding thread.
Beneath a slope of sage in bloom
The monster licks his face and stares
Into the darkness of his lair.
He waits to take another life.
As all the other creatures here
He ties the strands of many fears.