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Fecund May
What a seething season of epiphanies and ecstasies this is, To be alive, breathing, thriving, growing, surviving Or to be born, hatched, budding, flowering, fructifying. It's all such a mysterious, mystical miracle, This progression of procreation, propagation, perpetuation, The very idea of nativity, renascence, renewal, regeneration, Precious physical presence engendering from spiritual essence — Whatever is required to bring nonexistent matter Into the cellular immediacy of a palpable, visceral here and now Conceived, from seeds, in lush, heated, wet uteruses, eggs, soil Whose primal, elemental, seminal, fundamental purpose Is to recreate Creation, from beginning to beginning, Until each spring's fecundations, gestations, incubations, efflorescences Lead, again and again, to endless again-and-agains, Each new life a universe giving life to newer universes.
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