Becoming

Return, begotten mark, like a scar
That blushes under hot water
Still throbbing, pulsing to the
Thud of pain and wild
Excitement, cutting through
Rampant bushes, crawling
Under fenced Edens, a hare
That hops over the cracks
Of black holes and foggy ditches.
A glowing light, unsynchronized
To heartbeats, mysty fragrances
Thriving without proof, to
Linger in the humidity of attachment,
Like a bird's song that varies in season
To be savored at the moment,
Time that staples the labels of value.
Through the windows of downfalls,
Arrives the everlasting,
The virtue, the arrival of realization.