The Wind
scattered seed will wake the dead
unmarked & fast asleep—buried everywhere
the living look
for what is death but this—
a mark we make upon the dark
like a new born root that arouses
the spot
a tree in Bethany
recapitulation
the away that is longed for by those that carry what the future holds is the void they will die for because the wind is the “why” when we proclaim the need to bury is why the wild is full of what the future carries
otherwise nothing is ravished & all is breathless—there is no seed absent the awayness & without wind we render nothing!
the gods
the horizon
at the end it begins & this it an emptying that ends in a storm that rains with the sea; an it as the end of a sea that rivers a valley; an ending like the coming of fall when a river again by sea will it begin; these dead streams the end of a snow when seas had perished high in the mountains.
if by “over there” it begins, is it out of an end like a dark that would shine but for the lack of sunlight? an emptiness beginning like a sea but for the lack of a sphere? to begin is to never be but this & to end is the same because in it by either goes the other away.
blue sky
Rainfall
The sun decays the sea, the sea grows the soil & the soil advances the seed. 
The seed grows a flower & the flower makes love to a fly & the fly makes pregnant the feces. The feces increase the bacteria that advances the dead who grow the holes that make pregnant the emptiness. The emptiness decays the everlasting that increases the dark that advances the star that grows a seed
that flowers the sea.
Autumn's Easter-Egg
Death that “lives” in excrement a fly will find, comes to Life in the ruin of eggs
a wasp will leave behind.
Quercus lobata
The Spring of Autumn
The persistence of thought
is appetite.
The embryo of thought is emptiness.
The sex of thought is memory.
The yielding of thought is mortality.
The radicle that waits within is a "thought" in the roots that wait to
come---they thrive in a place the penetration of light never pleasures, for such a place pleasures thoughtful plants with its own enlightenment.
Solum
Beneath An Autumn Rock
Memory never tissues a root, the dark never tissues light, the dead, never life, yet there is no root, no light, no life until there is emptiness, the issue of dark & the perpetuation of thought. 
It is by evolving thought that both root & star flourish in dark, for look how the endeavoring radicle elaborates memory of light.
A Calcareous Rock (full of fossils)
What Breaks Free
The dead dehisce for theirs is an opening cells bursts into.
The dead dehisce & the "spores" they send contaminate our future.
The dead dehisce for the seed of life is immortality.
The dead dehisce from the flower of death.
