Expulsion: A Meditation on Marc Chagall’s Expulsion from the Garden of Eden

set us all free, 

as leaf to branch, 

as sky to tree, 

as winter to the sash of sun 

i've no voice in the void

which is matterless self. 

there's no substance

in that underneath quell

of surreal. 

so set us all free, 

as key to the door, 

as window to the sea,

as forest in the dress of moon.