opposites
never cease -
blooms,
lion's yawn closing
loams of stasis,
instinct's continuum

among such things
children play,
adult-versions of truth
game math to myth

spider
will catch its fare,
distant sails their wing

old forms of death
ignore in vitros, cryo-
corpses in their liquid gaunts
waiting for the fates
and achillies to
loose all biofreudians of fact
amd myth

the lion (fat
an bloody) will come to rest again
seeds attain venue
all light and dark
roll their loaded dice

trinity of earth
moon and sun will furrow-on
paper aeroplanes elan graves by updraft
truth keep itself supple

oasis
be the hourglass renewed
ozymandias
a poem
left to mark what is human
from what else there is