THE SEED
Within its shell, it’s clasped, caressed, so delicate--
The world it knows the press of warming palms,
And nowhere in itself, devotion intricate,
Does hope
inspire more than it embalms,
For when it breathes, it resonates an undue hymn
While waves above dissemble erring calm.
Oh, wraith conceived
so many ways, so dim,
What primal play intended is at hand?
A thimble o’erflows, its burdened brim
Turned
topside-down for all its penitence unplanned.
The seed, it sleeps, will thrive in counterfeit,
Will flourish darkly, secrets kept in wooded land.
Within its shell, it’s clasped, caressed, so delicate--
The world it knows the press of warming palms,
And nowhere in itself, devotion intricate,
For when it breathes, it resonates an undue hymn
While waves above dissemble erring calm.
What primal play intended is at hand?
A thimble o’erflows, its burdened brim
The seed, it sleeps, will thrive in counterfeit,
Will flourish darkly, secrets kept in wooded land.
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