rapture

swept away
in a moment
that grows
sublimely
more explosive
and enthralling
than even
the pink and green
budding of
Spring's first kiss
on tender
wanton lips

Reviews

[a donkey, briefly]

idk if it's tai ji chi or qi
but this is something
not because it's always something
even though it is
idk spring is as infinite as death
but words scatter and gather consciousness
and I think that thought is something to embrace