Saturday, June 3, 2017


The Verities

There are always tendrils
Questing in day
Adhering in night

There are always spines
Envenomed, mobile
Penetrative, to urgent sounds

There are always seeds
Streamlined and vaned
Waiting for the wind

There is always mass transfer
Captures and excisions
Expansions and diminutions

There are not always flames
But legends
Of heat, of violence, of brilliance
These there always are

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