A Silent Genesis
by Michael Doyle

My new obsession
Has a silent genesis
In the maelstrom
Of ghosts and typhoons

Beyond our bodies
We rest in eupnea 
Pure reason's revolution
Flies on the wings of a dead butterfly

Lost in the fathoms 
Between the hammer and anvil
Is the dark third
Of poetry filling a void

The bright ambassadors of morning
Serves as apprentices to the universe
In an aeropause of exact color
Hidden among the trembling willows

You can try to reveal the magic
But only the believers will see
In this world of bulitts dominae
Only the stronger do better than to survive

(c) May 9, 2022  Michael Doyle
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