Nature's Voice
Cosmos, the element of who we are
seraph of breath
through anger
and euphoria
this is the body
Waiting for lighting.
Blessed with a low temblor,
A lesser-known form, stringy hooks,
The weak pry that forms the glasswork
stand firm
storm wakes up
Calm down ebbs
lever and lock
sparse timetable
unfold and describe the owl.
to broadcast;
to make
a hollow
swag left
from the pole, wooden
we rise above the wind farm
anniversary
our swirled fossils stitched
our disaster set
hold aspirin
digitalin
digitoxin
adrenalin &
Epinephrine
sustained
by our soul
even if you think you mistook it
there
it endures
every time
Written: October 14, 2022
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