I
Once, overnight, I stayed in a kibbutz, the perfect commune
I learned the water it takes to clean the body;
the heat to keep warm; the food to feed hunger;
the berth to please the desire for another's breath
II
Now, as long as breathing rises, I prospect for the perfect word
Each syllable would serve all and serving all serve as well what lies
beyond the bare page; thus attending, a lone syllable would serve
to simplify life with intense felt-integrity, the feeling of being life, itself
III
Once again, two things apparently distinct, prove to be not-two
The comparison between the supreme commune and a choice word
comes naturally from the foundation of each, both are necessarily
cooperative efforts and neither can happen apart from the other
