There is no vacuum

no void, there is
only plenum the
granary filled
grain by precious
grain the love
the touch the
grin, there is
only sun warming
and ripening the
life within there
is only hail and
farewell the
precious imprinting
the force of life
begun and
holding  holding
until the cycle
races into a
new inception within.
Demeter's Fields
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