new spring
This is the season we feel
the most remorse,
Turning back our gaze to the
damages of past, at last
We see our faults at full force
And this is not time for settlement
but continuation
This is fertility-
The very intricate synthesis
of our womb,
Our minds
are opened to the
possibility of
impossibilities
And deception is a game
we now understand
In this season
We are hungry for more