Day Four of NaPoWriMo 2015. Today’s prompt was writing a love poem without using the word love. I veered off in decidedly a much different direction. But, in some ways this can be really said to be a love poem. Well maybe.
eventually it will all turn to clay eventually into a mass jumble of flavors - some up, some down some top, some bottom some will become strange some will exhibit charm, eventually, some may traverse vast voids some might accrete into stars eventually some might coalesce - into an intricate mosaic again and ignite with a spark eventually, the order will surpass its origin - a collection of dust capable of contemplating its own ephemera its own minutia, its own vastness, its own non-permanence, its own permanence, much to Buddha’s delight.