From plate to plate in the world of green,
Motion in the sway of stiff grass,
Vibration in life that has come and gone;
Slow or fast.
Lived at a pace, comfortable in its ritual glance.
Rabbit hole and fox burrow,
Blind in the sheep’s deep wool,
And in the terror that lurks far, far above.
Extinguish and rebirth;
An unending perpetual circle, unstoppable.
Force upon force, exhibited.
Motion after motion, always sensed in line.
Edges felt; sandpaper smooth.
Different shoes to be worn with the turn of the moon.
From one passage to the next.
Undying in the light of secular angst.
From which a sprout is birthed;
From which one turns to insipid earth.