It Is Not Over!

The sweet lime ripe turned golden like the sun. Halved, the sweet lime: squeezed each half flung to a different side. They were one body, the halves now fallen apart: they seek each other they find each other they grow as one body: one whole tree. As if us! As if us: we today: halves fallen apart we today: flung away dried up each on a different side far from each other. As if us who today seek each other who search every span of the dark earth for each other. As if us who call to each other with the cry of the most living seed of being this heart hidden in our breast the burning heart: shining like the sun like the lime ripe: in the arms of the whole tree...