Momentary Words
Gates appear in the mist
Fur grows and darkens Passion increases
By space and wind are we kissed
She pulls me awake in a comfortable restlessness
The wind dons a sword dull and soft for now
Darkness chases with slow steady certainty
as our world hides from the sun
Look. Change is slow and gradual. Then Quick.
The smug and care-free child world is shrinking
She rises and falls and we with her
Circles big and little dance together
sometimes in phase and sometimes not
Earthlife is drowsy Green is lost to brown and dust
But somewhere far away the dust feeds the sproutlings
The moon is a circle but only for a moment
We are a circle too
Green for now but bound for dust and birth
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