A world in flux
is a world alive.
Black Sea mixes with
Red Sea.
White sand burning
Gold.
Oceans blend into
Oceans.
Infinite Metamorphoses.
Nature
knows no separation.
Seeds
blown off trees
over borders
crossing
continents,
countries,
city-states,
counties.
Mud to mudpies
clay and clay
to dust.
Growth, death,
re-growth, re-death,
then back again
360.
You and I blend together
the same.
Matter turning to liquid,
melting –
like chocolate
fondue
– all flavors,
better to dip the strawberries
in and lick,
savor,
swallow –
dissolve
again and again.
“A world in flux.” – bem

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