Root Cap

A Growing Universe

Fruits of the tree of Love, such as death & sex, are ripe ovaries of excess
that make a flower extant. Out in the fecund emptiness they conceive
the everlasting, these consequential seeds of decay & increase
whose engendering the great Tree of Dark intends. Let the perished
be infinite & the eternal, a day---manifest in every sealing
of the buried ovule are immortals who open & swarm a flower
with conspicuous ecstasy!

Solum

The Nature Of Nothing

Love is the crucial presence that “being away” anticipates. Absent the sun is its prior sentiment. The emptiness come to life in death, is Love extant—wait for the world to turn away to find its conspicuous, excessive darkness.

Great Horned Owl

To Come Between Is How Love Matters

                        

The A of alive is not the A of absence, yet absent it, a matter of Love has been removed—a being away that means to be found. The live of a wolf spider is absent such an A when deprived the presence of God, just as the A of absence  is live with emptiness & immortals deprived the relics of novae are only live in it.

To be alive is to recover it. The dead are live till they have found the dark ground & to be at a loss reveals this, like a fertile valley reveals a mountain’s lively death.

Absent it is like a river live with sediment.

Pick up a rock & look for a relic still live with immortality. Go to the mountain & behold a matter of Love (this promised land) live with the everlasting.

To See

 

 

                                                                       Mountains are moved by seas to become fertile valleys---a promise land
where suns are carried away by a flowering river.

Conjugation Revealed!

Of the buried worm & of the sudden puddle. The prokaryote’s pilus. What the vacuum grows into & mountain geraniums grow out of. An excess in the fallen raven. That penetrate the ecstasies of soil. What funnel weavers learn from. Of the cricket’s remains & a red breast’s appetite. That cradles root caps. Of carbon feculence. What the sun will arouse. In rain’s waste & absence. Of seeds & their forthright treeness. In sac fungi's perithecium. Of a deity’s putrescence. That penetrate the excessive, astral dark. Of the wind-thrown pine & forthright immortality. In the gut of birds. In the bowels of termites. The oily bladders of slime mold. The despair of philosophers. That vultures envy. That makes space. That empties the Milky Way. That the dead ravish because the worm has faith.

Outside History

my fellow red breasts. our cousins vulgaris. the land of wood. the terrible falcon. the sun & moon. dust & seeds. embryos & leaves. swarms of grass. rain in dirt. the delicious worm. thieving crow. nesting ant. the wild wind. crouched rabbit. fearful dog. all those who weave webs. all those that fly into them.

robin red breast