Stars and moon landing,
Take aim, wrap your will and shoot,
Eat fallen apples.

Her mind an orchard,
Sheep and wolf here gather,
Drinking til their fill

Her body a stream,
Birds and fish finding solace,
Learning to survive,

Her soul a minefield,
None ever to dominate,
From whence blessings flow

His tongue, fed, feeder,
Toiling, working, providing,
True to dying words

His hand, rough, callous,
Grabbing, fighting, deep calmer,
Building up sweet rise

His comings, goings,
Giving, unwinding, dying,
Sacrifice to hold

Space, filled with empty,
Belts and consuming black holes,
Shaken to feed needs