Glass seeds
Life is a starburst gift.
Conceived in the gilded soil of angel hearts.
Living in the salty eyes of swells and troughs.
Living breathes to bend you into and out of its will.
From valley to mountain to the misty hills.
Life speeds up into a crimson tangle.
It slows down into thick blueness.
Life is about feeling like a king then a clown.
Juggling brief victory and endless loss.
It bends you into things you could never dream about.
The bending is acceptable; we paint it the human experience.
Sometimes we glass seeds in the devil's beak where nothing ever grows.
The soil will eventually join the sea
bringing everything back home...
like it was always meant to be.
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