Either

Where the heiros finds hymns

We have enough but maybe only for sin

Posited loss in desire

What’s ripe for picking

Cast to fire

By daybreak, I swore we’d by home

In what forgetful eyes did you suppose

A sacrifice of the right to chose:

Elected space to talk to God

Touch the earth

Tiny feet for inspiration

And teacup stares, whimsy wonders of your hair

Now you can go back to being

All imagination