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                                                           Doue'e









                                                Primal Dream


                                                  Pina Piccolo 2018




                        of vivid green                               Underneath -
                        unraveling its precious core                 a silent swirling
                        to the filtered light                        of vortices
                        Tender disclosures                           is boring its way
                        under the cover of night                     into reality
                        when the forest lay                          out of the dreamtime

                        awash in light                               stretched between
                        from a billion                               the branches
                        extinguished stars                           of a family tree
                        their dust suspended                         swooshes the mist
                        in the cobwebs                               of incertitude
                        of time                                      The unfathomable DNA
                        Inspect the layer                            detected in the spit
                        where no treasure                            of drifting continents
                        hides                                        whose bridges
                        and where moths                              are rupturing
                        make their nest                              under assaulting waves
                        in the blind spots                           Yet deep in the forest
                        of memory                                    lies the restive fern
                        In the lair                                  spot lit
                        where your younger self                      on the altar
                        restfully hides                              of vision.
                        amused and bemusing

                        your next move
                        Don’t let
                        the apparent calm
                        fool you
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