Thursday, November 5, 2015

Mother’s New Spring







‘Tis the season of the light

In the darkest of forests

Where the titans of industry

And their dominion of consummators

Devoured themselves into a long abject night

With aberrant appetites

And a deviant abuse of nature’s resources.

 

Now, from the black forests, a sublime sight

A spark; a glean of new reality

Begins to transform a long death

into life again

As mother’s loins return to fertility

And the plasmatic fluids congeal
 
To pubescent forms of growth in reveal.






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