Seethe

The fortitude and the despair
On the unstable plinth of hope,
But there is salve, there is repair,
‘though grappling, opaque, we must grope
In the ampersands in between,
In the oxygen of silence
For atoms forged anew, pristine,
Nucleo-genetic violence
Hammering seething new stories
Of unquenchable persistence;
Transcend, transmute, birth to glories
Unleashed, to herald YOUR existence.

Copyright Kosmogonic 2018

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