when everything would be divine,
why do we fear
what is it in us
that can’t make things right
hope would say that things will work out
fear hopes, without clear feeling
power is for good,
when would power be corrupt
again and again
I fear
mothering all
power of powers
fear, when it is there,
‘knows’ it will
stay forever;
whatever that would make things
at one,
I seek
let me find true power
again