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Fruition




We can't contain all we take in,
and we don't know how
to let it out again.

When you've seen too much,
you long for mist, for fog,
to step into like a—

no, not a cocoon. Like a world for one
that doesn't insist that you change
into a pretty flying flitting thing,
that doesn't expect you to transcend
and leave.

The hardest thing
is watching everything go.

Fruition: is it worth it?

Either the mind is a lie
or the body is.

What if it were water and light
the universe loved,
and life irrelevant?

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.