Full Of It

 

Endless line
sometime strawberry
pulses sweet crutch
welcomes and
sieves what I wear
no longer
The heaviness is only
buried heart
pungent with candour
of
fire ripening
Blaze!
Silver ash
implants
into
blossoms unmirrored
I descend
furrow
into soft abundance
floating from roots
warmly blind
shunning salvation
Tenderly unfurling shoots
Shoot
Oh grace!

Yeah
A tiny expansion
Is enough purpose