Dusk's
rooftop;
night and house
cast in questioning blue.
Cricket's abrasive song
rebirth rebirth rebirth.
I ascended the gravelly stair.
Strange truth
shone in His eyes
when I first saw Him---
authority
different from a different order.
Without greeting
He set before me
the strangest thing...
He spoke of spiritual
labor pains---
the meaning plagues me.
Marvel not
He said,
the body of wind can be had
but must be born.
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