It whispers, “Yesterday was inevitable.”

Tomorrow remains a choice

Today is just today –

Treading water

Watering the wane

Recollecting the rains

Pelting plumes perfumed

To fledge this fragile Self –

Errant ideation

Bored galleries floored with frass

Potholed from silver-charcoaled stomata,

Annals of an oviparous atlas

Catalogued in the Lepidopteran library –

It looks up

And blinks in the irony of the botanist’s books

The rust rising

A plinth to the depressed and the real –

Leaky panpsychism?

Ubiquitous potentiality…

This thought, origin unknown, other and elsewhere

Has settled here

It scorches this shoot

And inflames an idea.

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Passing Thoughts...

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