Mother Nature

beauty I fear you so
you torment me, that I may
respect your mother
your patterns
what makes you possible
the regard that makes you possible
the endless experimentation
knits together
the finest, most diverse
interaction and interplay
the ache so to reach out
make something happen
anything happen

invest in those shapes
that say golden and nature
and hearts and harvest
grinding again and again grinding
making, churning out that life
coming out of the oven
off the conveyer belts
into the trucks
the muck and the mire
rode the six hundred
shrimp souls
mongoose souls
all after the same thing
to somehow remember
what it's all for
though forgetting
just the same