Name That Poem #1

Hey dear readers, can you help me name this poem? I just wrote it and usually I can find a name for a new poem, but I’m struggling with this one. Thanks.


in the quietus

of the ever-quickening,


murk of dusk

the exasperation

of vision and awareness

can be laid to rest

amongst the leaves in decay

and the countless multitude

of raindrops

can deliver ablution


the anxiety of tomorrow

thrust down the throat

of today


under that sky

the mulch of string and vein

clasped in an embrace

like a double-helix

lie dormant

to inform; fertilize

the next revolution


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