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One blade of grass
Will weather all seasons,
Trawl a spider's thread
Through the chimera wound
As D-Day approaches.
Listen. Do you hear the crib
Shrieking empty
In the holster
Of the Wind?
That's
Convergence...
One blade of grass,
Flexible,
Covets the key
To antiquity
And stays
The Discus Thrower.
Not of this era... passers-
By
Mistake
Transparency
For
Rubble.
copyright 2015
Stefanie
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