Forgotten minds
Once a fertile ablation to a virile land
Ferment in stagnant pools
A swamp that cannot be drained
Should we bottle them back up?
And pour it again?
No
Silk flowers never bloom
Life feeds on life
So we must live
Compost for the saplings
And the leaves of grass undiscovered
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Election Day, November, 1884“)
Life Immense 