Cold Maceration

the cold maceration of
thought & limb
tugging at the earth
to push forth
a bud, a bloom, a thin
green sliver
of something resembling
that mythical thing called
life
the lightning spratzed
the ground
as if to find its failed
heartbeat, but still
found it flatlined
waiting for the light
barrelling down this
cold dark beyond

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