Seed
Going forward through ellipses
through miscarriage of
the prophecies inside the ball
Is Fortune satisfied?
Stop the spinning round and round
within the circus cage
the sphere's a seed now
prepare the stage
Break the glass
Let the air in
Break the glass
Let it all go
No more covertness disguised
now defenestration of remorse
now squeezing of the years to come
with professional obsession.
Ulysses A.
