Flux Poem by John Weber

Flux



As a useful cog
in this happy machine,
my duty belongs
to the greater good:
salvation as purpose.

Drenched with froth
in the salty void,
I pivot continuously
in celestial progression
waiting with baited faith
for delivery into the nursery.

Fault lines snake
our swaddled miracle
in devotion to chaos
feasting upon harmony
until silencing the babble
that links spirit energy
in flowing, inertial form.

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John Weber

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Milwaukee, WI
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