Yellow Tin Hat by Dig Wayne
Culmination of April
His head swims dreamlike through all he knows
phrases short and poignant, echo on the left side of his brain
words he stores, that create a foundation upon which stands
his ‘inmost self’
he leans, then sits
the ideas still coming
a barrage
far inside,
a long, dead seed cracks
a nucleus begins to emerge
sends out tendrils
arteries of living
essence
a new season of spring
a wellspring
for his
ninth stage of man.
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