Generation
The flower head is set to burst wide open.
Dormant in this tired space,
Matured and rooted by the year,
It sways in gentle rhythm with this slowing autumn time.
Bulging now with future life, it stands
As testament to nature’s cycle.
Soon its seeds will spread afar,
Exploding silent and unseen, like time and time before.
And from the casting of those flyspeck seeds
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Monday 1st August 2016 7:46 pm
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Drawn by senses pulling underground
We fill the weekend night again,
Determined we will spill a million selves who never come of age.
We are swarming fetish butterflies,
Whose daytime chrysalises sit
Cocooned in drawstring bags and holdalls ready for the outside world.
And like giant insects, flitting Moth-men
Buzzing round bright light and scent,
We all will vani...
Monday 1st August 2016 7:43 pm
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