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Sep 2015
Primordial:

In cobalt depths
Once were orchestrated
Movements dark
And full of promise

Earth’s wet womb
Birthed molecular seeds
Which joining, grew
And fighting, died

Light at first a fear
To eyes unformed
And then, the source
Of every move toward

Our progeny then
Mere copies of ourselves
Split in two
Unto similar trillions

Primitive:

The peacock plumage pressed
In gestures choreographed
Through subtle suggestion:
The tilt of the peahen’s head

Acutely perched
An aerie serves
As fortress for
Two soaring hawks

Elephant ears
Hearing footfalls
Cross dusty tundra
Seeking union

The joust of lions
Almost drawing blood
In ***** play
Lolling by twos at dusk


Personal:

My cobalt depths
Brew sinewy music
In senseless synchrony
Striving to see

Beyond the atomy
Of ceaseless repetition
Mistakes made
By blind replication

Fear’s eyes guide
My movements to the light
To orient
My inclination

As peacock and hawk
To preen and soar
As elephant and lion
To listen and lust
Jeffrey Young
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Jeffrey Young  San Diego
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