From whence love comes;
so to ventures
the soul-
a vessel left
caverned
and wilting.
Hollow wisps
dancing in
drifting husks-
enriching soils
upon which
they fall.
Hooves pattering
to impress
the fauna that begs growth.
Packed earth.
The nudest berth
for which it burgeons;
a bed
to rest
our heads.
And watch
it all rise
around and about
us.
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
From whence love comes;
so to ventures
the soul-
a vessel left
caverned
and wilting.
Hollow wisps
dancing in
drifting husks-
enriching soils
upon which
they fall.
Hooves pattering
to impress
the fauna that begs growth.
Packed earth.
The nudest berth
for which it burgeons;
a bed
to rest
our heads.
And watch
it all rise
around and about
us.
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