Feelings Into Form
Storms and calm
churning center
rearranging the
surface
(wars and peace)
one thing devours
another, thinking
to survive
plants take from
the soil to grow
animals hunt other
animals
(wars and peace)
we are not so different
from our earth --
which came first?
the chicken or the
egg? The faithful
will say, the Chicken
others simply eat both
foul and ovum
(we are not so dissimilar
from our environment -- )
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