Glints
I, a palpable Ghost,
become again Human
only to disappear, then reappear
haunting my Past
my Consciousness materializes
within this corporeal clay statue
realization dawns in brief glimpses
whilst gazing at tufts o' dandelion seeds
wafting away upon whimsical spring breezes
every Spring is every Spring Eternal
self-limitation begets the Infernal
the seed is the breeze is the flower
my dust swirls within an Ivory Tower
poem by Thomas Hadley
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