Seduction is always the seduction out of time,

fulfillment always in the moment.

This is how we are held by eternity and

time. We know the grip well. Long to feel

it again when it is released. Feel that freefall

into that abyss where we can grasp nothing

and nothing, no one reaches out. Until.

We were made to be seduced and fulfilled.

And to pray whispered undulations, Again.

Enough is never enough.

The midwife, whose hands first touch us,

casts the spell of time and eternity into us.

The first word we speak, Yes.