OKSU

O kind, sweet Universe

Pulling me ever

Unyieldingly away

From the cozy, warm bosom

Of familiar and life-sustaining inertia

What frightening joy it is

To be forced into the hale exile

Of a flower bud's sunward trajectory

To be nurtured by the Omnimother's myriad nudgings

Out of the captivation of a doom nest safe

And into the bracing sky of infinite actualization