Verdant
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1 min readFeb 26, 2018
Without a shell, without a cause,
Jaunting around the bend, beyond the elemental reach.
This is the voyage of thought.
A fraction of time elapses into a language,
Rendered obsolete.
This mysterious floating foliage,
Verdant and whole:
Reversing its half-life into sprouting.
The mind, as it seems, is
A fraction of something grander we take part in;
And we are the font of its magic.