Root Cap

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

In an Autumn Field

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.

The Last Anticipation

In a field no longer on its back & burning; out of a poor floral that has not laid with Rain since a spring lightning---the last anticipation of this wild radish will become what the absent Water left behind: voids of the ravished "anticipating" the root each seed will excite when Light is again a flame.

Gone to seed I am like a sea the Sun is eager to river.

Raphanus sativus

The Old Excess Of Rain

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

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!).