If you through unapproachability can find the way
without there being stepped too heavily upon the unsteady snares,
the gift will be a shimmering color dance in the clearing.
And if you can love without reservation, you’ll take mine away.
If you lower your gaze to teeming life of centipedes,
you bring the well and the world of
my creatures a first moment of light.
The antennas shall lift and the bodies reach out,
then the underworld may come out.