Zailent Spring OS

It’s spring
We’re in the recursion quarter
In this season
Of sun and green

To the future I lean
With my digital digits
Clacking away on my
Keyboard once again

With these light gales
Of finger-falls
Do I find the grace in
Gracility

May on the horizon
And these zailent
Revolutions are playing
Out over and over again

They bring with them the hope
As I fabricate and
Spin my webs
And trap the spring as prey

The lightest breeze
Across my arms and face
As I sit and contemplate
Of what to make

Of wh...