The Seventeenth Day

I am bound by
Tangled
Twisted
Mobius form
Lashed to human frailty born

I am bound by
Human-ness
To fail
To falter
To transgress
Against another bound the same

Yet I am loosed!
By Gordian knot
That binds in
Birth
Life
Death
For we are one in these three things

And if we loose this thought on all
Who lose the life
Between the two
We braid the tangled
Twisted form
Strands we strum Into accord

Copyright © 2005 Stan Crocker