Micropoetry 12-2-2019

before the fire—
in love with the world
and all its possibilities

waiting for
the falling knife—
he’s already dead

now and then, here and there
all the possibilities
wrapped in the palm of a hands

eating itself
the serpent awaits
the world’s destruction

fire, water, wind, and stone—
a tear for all that’s lost

an endless stream—
we sail around and ‘round

in love with it all
as the world burns

the olive branch
was no cure
in a world of daggers

elements opposed—
the cup boils over
in a mix of fate

wrapped in place—
a rose for every occasion

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