Significance is always
Invisible, even when
It’s boldly coded in signs.
That’s the only thing that keeps
Us from claiming we’re alive.
The actual enactment
Of our meaning hides in skulls,
Still hides in skulls, needs the skulls,
And does not dance by itself
Outside of the skulls. And yet,
Dessicated seeds and eggs,
Waiting on just the right light,
Earth, heat, and water,
They’re alive. Aren’t they alive?
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