Fringe

FRINGE

You wreck my shop and my house and now my heart, but
How can I run from what

Gives me life? I’m weary of personal worrying, in love
With the art of madness!

Tear open my shame and show the mystery. How much longer
do I have to fret with

Self-restraint and fear? Friends, this is how it is:
We are fringe sewn inside

The lining of a robe. Soon we’ll be loosened, the binding
threads torn out. The beloved

Is a lion. We’re the lame deer in his paws. Consider what
choices we have! Acquiesce

When the Friend says, Come into me. Let me show my face.
You saw it once in preexistence,

Now you want to be quickened and quickened again. We
have been secretly fed

from beyond space and time. That’s why we look for
something more than this.