I left them quite some time ago

To chase my leaf in the river's flow.

They stayed behind with what they knew

Bowing and swaying, as winds thrashed and blew.

Feeling safe, they would not travel far

Content their lot was whom they are.

But what they built, dreams forced askew

Soon clouds condensed, and pressures grew.

The tempest roared but then passed with haste,

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Dispensed

I am set out

Coalesced of moving parts

Both torrent and trickle will serve

Contained

I am caught up

Cicadian chirrups are deafening

From inside and without, the promise is unbearable

Consumed

I am taken within

Decent manoeuvres belying ambrosia

Resolved by the passing, I have enjoyed myself.

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Eminent forces give rise to this world. Graceful swaying and warm pulsating are a parapet to access the sublime.

Springs flow, enamoured with their own concerns, Courses assembled in inertia, consumed of only what has been.

As I rest, all else continues. As it always was. Belying a darkness we cannot see beyond. This native impression is all I have to give.

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This love, with its little grace

Is gifted to each chosen place

Glad to receive, most pass it on

They breath, they breed, and bloom anon.

Just vestiges remain, of should and must

Its litter stewn, now caked in dust.

All is spoiled, with such little care

Despite the bless of mercy there 

My passions lichened, as attuned with stone

This form left wither...

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