Anima-Animus
Benjamin Harrison
Amie Winters
Beauty writes
itself into existence
for survival and luxury
I walk among the roots
that shaped me
the vines to heal my fall
I open the box
of childhood fermentation
arriving in the palace of cactus and skulls
where the clocks eyes of life tick down upon me
It is now time
for winter to swell into you
only when time is chaos
and chaos is life
Catastrophe is analagous
to self worth, for it is here
that I have discovered the shelled heads
of humanity's deeds