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WHAT I OWE YOU
WHAT I OWE YOU
What I owe you is ball lighting cupped in my hands
As an offering of the intensity of my love; what I
Owe you is the lucidity of a lagoon that is so clear
That one can see the original spring that feeds it.
What I owe you dear is a mesa in the desert that
Has watched over the electric sky for centuries and
That is the watchfulness I want to give to you; I
Want to be that mesa in your wilderness.
What I owe you is a star of the highest magnitude,
A light that will enable you to always finds your way
To me; I owe you a searchlight through all darkness.
And finally, my dear, I owe you a root of such
Rootedness that I will never move away from you;
I want to be rooted in the very ground that is you.
