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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Spiritual · #2258313
#61 from the pendulum

Tilling vista's open dirt,
Hills nibble the landscape,
New trees mingle with old,
Lightness of history farms new soil.
Ivy grows narrow at the top;
Time wends her blossoms
Ever higher,
Carrying generations
Of growth toward the sun.
Nestled in her leaves,
Wildflowers gather
With beautiful moments.
Tireless magic
Is holding space for trips
Working inside the physical world.
Wisdom is hived
In visceral complexities.
Its honey drips
Into collective buckets
Of nourishment,
Hibernated in momentary forgetfulness.
Humanity hums along
With familiar tunes.
Nouns tackle verbs
In adjectived arenas,
In adverbed motion,
Parsing details with
Inspecific pronouns,
Veins of transitive energy bulge
With intransitive meanings
Imperfectly tensed.
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