Friday, May 21, 2021

Poetry: Boiling Down the Sap (Draft 2)

 

Life's blood rising skyward, Intercepted,  boiled down

Dust massing in gravity's reach
Boils down to stars, planets

Thoughts flashing through the synapse forest
Boil down to revelation

Time boils down to moments, jewels of stillness
All is still, all is still.

Life stirs in the darkness.
The dust of light is gathered, boiling down..