there is so much to choose:
the gate, into a broader field
where right and wrong
and I and Thou are rolling into One,
or further still, another gimrack,
relic of a pointless shopping spree
for something plastic
to decorate reality, or,
farthest left of all, the killing vine,
blood-red, that leaps from tree
to tree and strangles any life
that dares to breathe or grow...
(written in response to a prompt from 3 from here and there . Come over and meet Claire, Kelly, and Sarah -- and feel free to join the fun! )
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