“The Seed”
Put a seed up to your ear.
Listen to it’s infantile cries
and spare it from it’s struggles.
Wings flap with buzzing speed
carrying a black mass with red eyes
to watch from a wall
with a trunk that suckles grit from silver stone
it’s views compounded visions that repeat forever.
Light through glass
refracting and reflecting
an engine of distraction to your turbine of chaos.
The light bends and shimmers
placing spotlight on fugitive particles from gravity.
Insignifigant dust- made from everything.
Devoid of all life, yet it dances gracefully
with twits and darts, a flut- a flitter.
The ballet of the dead, illuminated in warm glow.
It’s the only time you’ll notice.
But you miss in your mindset.
Coordination slips
giving away your vessel,
and the air is filled with majestic orbs.
Great multitudes that rise with melody
and no rhythm.
Caressing all they touch.
Embracing in it’s purely giving nature-
Water is everywhere.
Still passing light, even in it’s stillness.
Let it sit
and let the drops drip fractals from your mind.
Enjoy the stillness
coupled with small tides.
Plant the seed
and one day climb the boughs.
And finally know the dreams of something bigger.
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Phoenix Godwin
01-03-2011
