The lasting dark that sinks in the promise of early spring, springs again from the cold north & settles in the old grass alongside the rain, (long dead), come to life, there where families of Rush, Sedge, Milkweed & Nettle crowd its streams. Summer young they copulate with animal & wind; grow round with progeny & summer old in the ruin of creeks (once the waste of rain) ruin their heads (once the face of flowers) & send similes of fat planets to race away in the cold air that comes from a very old divide that will send a flood of dark to help both the dead & their begotten to swell & promise early spring. 
What need have we for the 2nd Law or redemption? Inexorably the old cold & loving Bacillus will deliver us!
Coenonympha tullia california
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The Most Sensual Touch
Begotten & therefore beautiful, our lives are a preponderance of exigency & invention beset with remembrance of spent energy. Procreation has but three kinds: coital, fatal & original. Every flower & every flower's companion & every other passing novation, are the gravity of these.
Sperm Precedence
A philosopher (Homo sapien sapien) who eschews ecstasy is like a flower (Convolvulus arvensis) denied copulation. A bee (Apis mellifera) indifferent to the excesses is like a reader (Homo sapien receptaculum) who censors the penetration.
"The more it swells, the more it promises."
Constrained philosopher & cautious reader are like chasten rivers—beauty aborted in "dearth or foison"---descendants of Parnassus where it is taught Nothing in Excess.
Chastity is to erotics as a levee is to spring melt. Where "seedmen should scatter grain upon the slime & ooze" & roots seep into the swell & promise, flooded passions instead bleed their mud into an indifferent ocean. The staid rock at Delphi reads Know thyself.
Entrained in what over-runs the banks of true ignorance (in numbers like the stars!) are thoughtful perpetuations of lascivious bindweed—perhaps an unwelcome “notion” & yet as suitable a subject of procreation as any we need (else wise we are left with a pretense of ignorance: the Nilus as vaginal, the reader as sphragis & the first to copulate as Apollo---"read"philosopher!).
The Egg That Encricles The World
Does the awful cold of perfect stasis engorge the star drained of light, drawn into solitude, mortal without novation, alone with only the inexorable?
Is this what comes of the last Hesperia juba drowned in the grass of a dry creek alone with its new rain?
Will these "rivers" of exigency & invention ever rest?
Or must it be they spend all of time in rout? Penetrating our Hesperiidae, copulating with our Celestial?
Hope Valley
Energy without fatality (immortality without life) is barren of thoughtful perpetuations like sex, death, gravity & emptiness. All that pass away, we assert, seeks the awful cold of perfect stasis. Yet each trace of spent energy, each intervention of ruin & decay dilates Time & makes the everlasting fat with planets. Without "companionable influences" what could Sojourning do but waste in dreams of unpleasant equilibrium? Remembrances (these traces that spores, seeds & galaxies perpetuate) are intimates of Time, suasions to all that is issued, be it the uplift of a sea-floor to feed its rivers, eclosion of larva that eats its chorion or fealty of woodland a fire ravishes. Pilgrims such as the virile sun learn to impregnate & we, round-womb, are taught to birth & flourish. Instruction swells as we secrete, accumulate, divide, gather & die out. In truth, there is no trace without a willing ignorance to be "educated" along the way. This is what a wild universe does with a mountain geranium—a fatal novation that defies the expectation of heat because fermentation of dark has become soiled, gravid & expectant.
May each of your paths be as pregnant.
Geranium richardsonii
