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.