The Calm Before The Quiet

The calm before the quiet
of nature's cruel curriculum 
asserts the loudest light, 
a being in essence
esoteric.

A crux, a bloom, a fulcrum
coloured in vultures
sets the sun running
forever

lest the passion last 
and the gold slum fully
or the brim crack shoddy
amid a haze of faces.

Expressions in shallow basins.

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