by M. M. Kolf
One fist clenches
Discharging the universe
What thunder!
Heavenly bodies hurled!
Journeying, spinning,
Eternal directed movement.
You – the fuse
You make it happen
Why do I hide?
Why these tears?
This tender sapling
Shallow and green
Longs to be a
Great knotted oak
Blackened
Proven
A sentry of love
You – the Alpha
You make it happen.
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