Seasoned
gushes of green,
a planet-sized rush,
unable to stopper
the primal hunger,
riding it full crave,
headlong of flutter,
a gallop toward the sun,
always the sun,
chasing that chariot,
gilt of the golden gift,
lush of leafy stampede--
how it scintillates
and stings as legions rise,
brazen and zealous,
thickening and ripe,
strong with solar pulse,
over and over, so much
power only to darken and
wither into a grimace of masks.
outraged now, sunken down,
impaled on a sward.
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