This coyote bush is in a mood of ungovernable increase. Its issue of seed is in such excess that ecstasy trumps ancestral renewal & the imperatives of coyote progeny. The ground beneath this teeming pregnancy is covered in a snow of seeds! It makes no sense, this blistery release of so many offspring. There should be an everlasting winter of coyote drift covering a continent were each fertile chute married to the groaning earth.
This is primital beauty. A wild abandon that exceeds all notions of liberty. Its incomprehensible fecundity approaches the purity of mathematical freedom. A spontaneity so ill-constrained by the exhortations of a universe that thrives by law that one can almost abhor it-- anticipate a monstrous violation to be answered by a violent fall. But no judgment will undo this extreme license that pleasures us with the selfsame mysteries conceived and wombed in the spark that once ignited fires that now people the night sky.
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