when things are left alone long enough,
signs of new existence eventually seem to emerge
from the cracks
~
we’d like to say spring always finds a way;
that life has found a way
the only question is whether we think we are central
to the undeniable powers that flow
through, and which shape, the ages
~
all the existants that preceded us,
came from somewhere
and turned into someone too
nor of the west 