ALL the aeon..
Savoring these intramural:
The repose. The hush. The composure. The lush
Savvied it is..must recrudesce hither:
To moult and thrive. To dissolve and revive.
For hast it been inevitably here ..
Neath’ the wide blue yonder.
In the profundity of the holts.
Amid the fallen fronds.
Alongst the drifting Adam’s ale..
vis- à-vis the zephyr’s rustle.
et the gobar essence.
Ayond the nitid pinnacles
Was it all ..all these aeon.. all. always. all but HITHER !