Saturday, April 7, 2012

To Grow (to Full or to Naught)

Angry and alone he dwelt
Assuming light, spring would suffice
A stubborn stump, inward clenched
Palms bleed from fisted ferocity
A cold world between thought and sun
So with-in and with-out too warm to deny
Afraid and shied he hides
The frozen chasm from light to light
Will he cross and die to live?
Only the sun, stars, moon
Nothing holds so inward clenched
Yet, the leap seems almost certain death
Pray, Thee, grace the pedals
May courage wrestle open flower bloom
May earth cheer it's bursting alien
The ether-nether struggle collapsed within him

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