Ides

We who reflect in shadow
We who bend to honor dirt, bless promise
of seed
Awakened in darkness,
feel the turning.
Expound, consecrated to between
air of transformation where
enlightenment, eternal bliss
encounter transience.
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Burst of joy quietly admired.
Fly, blinking eyes, into such belief.
Imperial voice heroically replies,
raises tides for ultimate relief.
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Just over the border,
darting through the periphery,
pattern-seeking prophecy spins
within swirling cosmos fire, flood, cerebral
hemorrhage, tsunami.
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Siren trove of love.
The hope for bounteous Sun that bathes all
cares with caring.  Lengthening from center
outward, new growth bespeaks awareness.