Two Short Rhymes


Unfolded bud of paradise, petals
sprung open to welcome the bees, the breeze,
while spined with thorns, nestling amidst nettles—
gaping yet guarded against enemies.

Above And Below

And, so, thereupon the Hellmouth did yawn
with the full-throated roar of thunder,
the flames all aglow like a new dawn—lo!
I would ascend by going under…

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