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The Turn of the Seasons
Floating against the tides in a sea of concrete,
Among the faceless bodies of unholy transmission.
I am a wilting rose
In a precious moment.
The freeze creeps in, shaking me to my thirsty roots.
I can barely breathe, my ascension will soon come.
Each gust, piercing, shattering and unforgettable,
Silently and full of unseen sorrow, my vision dims.
I was once beautiful.....
Of Snake Charmers and TreesThere are mathematicians
that calculate the gravitational
pull that tethers us to one another,
teasing sense out of the fabric
of Time and Space like
wizened snake charmers.
I thought them so horribly
unromantic, searching for
logic amidst wildflowers--
reasoning being reason enough
to put one foot in front
of the other each day.
True beauty lay printed
on petals and pages,
where I delved for pearls;
the patterns in the pathos
intriguing me into each
rising of the sun.
I do not remember when
it occurred to me that
without fractals there would
be no trees, nor without love
would people have any reason
to calculate the distances that
separate them from their muses.
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