10 hours ago
Greenware
Deprived of contact, blessed be the cold
damp dark---an inner warmth has been renewed
before the setting heat and gentle hold
of humankind was felt and misconstrued
as knowledge of the self. I am no more
abandoned than the grief that I subdued,
so eager to reverberate in lore
by my collapse that I could not conceive
my previous being as a distant shore.
Creation seeks creation, seeks to grieve
that memory beyond the fading mind.
Yet slow deforming offers no reprieve
from questioning the gentle hand's unkind
forsaking of believers it designed.
Deprived of contact, blessed be the cold
damp dark---an inner warmth has been renewed
before the setting heat and gentle hold
of humankind was felt and misconstrued
as knowledge of the self. I am no more
abandoned than the grief that I subdued,
so eager to reverberate in lore
by my collapse that I could not conceive
my previous being as a distant shore.
Creation seeks creation, seeks to grieve
that memory beyond the fading mind.
Yet slow deforming offers no reprieve
from questioning the gentle hand's unkind
forsaking of believers it designed.