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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