Wednesday, March 15, 2017

9290. BEING

The apples, then, remain  -  as just
'the apples.' Nothing more than
that, nor any less besides. Only
such leaves chance to reason.
We have no more; actually,
only ourselves, by which to
define and make these things 
proclaim. For their selves, all
this life-force speaking. 
Like the barber pole now,
devoid of reason yet sill
found ample  -  each line
and color goes on to have
a meaning of its own. 
This life may be still, but it
is always on the move : the
filling red of blood, the
circling swirl of blue.

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