growth of a seed

[Shay]

She catches a glimpse through the shaded crack of dawn
rays on paramount are her veiling nectar glow
which has yet to grow; amidst a dimness tamed receptacle 
the beginning bud – host to the saint or satan’s damp cavern?
burgeoning in the cheering paradox of playful resistance 
strained on the sinful; concrete florescence in a reinless appearance  
sable soaked nimbus, it’s fading through impulse 
and it’s hearkening her back on the pavements dull crevice 
the sub-cutaneous premise - at the sight of the truth 
her light is subdued, an oneiric allure encircles the cyclical gloom 
of life in the new where memories lie in the soon
as duality's stalk is embossed in the strive for pursuit.