Dandelion Pods
Dandelion pods rescued by thoughts riding
the wind, a gorgeous place to leave your
cares...no different than perhaps a
lottery ticket, do you know your lucky
numbers are frequencies mapping
presence, seeing, feeling, knowing
a moment of punctuated equilibrium
nurtured onto a grid exemplifying matter
phosphorous trails fill the patterns
attempts to make sense of it all
nature the backdrop for the play of life
here to there and no one cannot know
differences exist, gaps occur and some
day the matrix will fall through the ground.
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