induction
poems, prose, kernels of truth.
passion meets the ground
the evening birdsong seems shrill
in the long stretched moments after the surge.
Passion welled and spilled over the lip
only to meet the dirt of the ground.
Unrequited and wet
puddles on the ground
shrill birdsong.
this evening.
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