be lush
and then, prune back.
let every seed
take root
and find its way.
effulgence
always gives way to coalescence.
sunset
only ever follows noon.
the impulse to destroy
keeps creation in balance
but step on the first seed
and there is no forest.
sprout in the east
bloom in the south
ripen in the west
stop in the north.
everything runs its course,
no exceptions.
truth is a spiral.
