What Gathers Around

Each weed and mammal metastasize
to the degree that the support offered
fills life with support.

Metaphor loves metaphor
and the matador learns 
sword nature.

There are other natures.
The nature of hours 
palleted like paint or 

cargo, can embargo or
untaint the largeness
of our powers.

There is no spirit here,
only material, only grist,
only gears learning to glean

the greens from the mist
from the sun from 
the gist.