Nascent

by Martin Shone

To become
the light within

solitude
this seed grows

to become
the flower of this soul’s

silent
collapse of death

to become
the beginnings of raindrops

aware
of their flight, singing

to become
kisses of existence

unsated
with the orgasm of life’s humid mulch

to become
ancient, inherent, solitary

free
from the awakening of this heart’s tearful beat

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