Neither gods, their angels nor minions
have sky-hooks positioned about our world.
We are not catfish nor their minnows
dodging the press of floating hooks in a swirl.
The twisting water is life reaching out
as naturally as the growth of quartz crystal.
It is something real, eternal, without thought
not booked in dog-eared cave-found epistles.
May 22, 2020
Whispers from Lucretius
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