Friday, September 2, 2016

Undercover Geniuses Valentine

Often pose as plants
Or a whole species of ants
Their chirp has a scold to it
Their’s is the bridge
Nature crosses over
Into acts of love
And conscious sacrifice
Which is still the only
New thing in the world
And which could not happen
On its own unless
It was merely the revelation
Of something there all along
Stirring to love itself freely

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