Then Like Thieves

In the beginning, the earliest sign
without announcement or celebration,

we come here vestigial,

blindfolded, unformed winged
in celibate silence.

There are no white horses
waiting in the distance

just wild sounds

of darkness following
the first small steps

towards fire.

The flame transforms the blossom,
opening, ripening

bursting.  Then like thieves
Death's large birds collect

their seeds.

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