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Is life spontaneous never?

Posted to Action Poetry




Turn the key
The engine starts
A butterfly always knows
When to leave the cocoon
Never too late, nor too soon
And like automatic flowers
Words bloom
On blank pages
And tongues
Instantaneously
Impulsively
Instinctively
The criminal is hung
By the quick silent pull
Of a lever
Is live spontaneous
Never?...