photo by Edward Rinaldi © |
vernal vernacular
you spend me
lost inside wear
molecule and sin
you send me
cost inside ware
each life a thin world
you said
a cell
within
each end
to begin
again
we shine
and covet
we gift
to ourselves
until sacrifice
wins out
just the smallest
of pieces
clocks try
to measure us
by movements
we only register
an impermanent
ghost glow
eventually
instantaneous
and infinity
come to know
our values
and arts
low brow
to high tide
what tills
what tithes
what reasons
it takes us
to keep renewing
our blind faith
in love, lust
and humanity
when it is Springtime
EJR ©
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