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Of Cicada & Minthe

Of Cicada & Minthe

Buried in darkness the nymph lies in mirth,

Seventeen years for the waiting,

For in springtime mint will arise from the earth.


Persephone cries, for she cannot give birth

Cocooned in an underworld of hating,

Buried in darkness the nymph lies in mirth.


A pomegranate seed fills the dearth,

As cicada’s emerge for their mating,

For in springtime mint will arise from the earth.


Ascalaphus betrays to prove his worth,

Put under a rock for placating,

Buried in darkness the nymph lies in mirth.


Barren lands run along the firth,

But the Hemiptera are still pulsating,

For in springtime mint will arise from the earth.


For this is the age of rebirth.

And this goes without stating,

Buried in darkness the nymph lies in mirth,

For in springtime mint will arise from the earth.

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Gregory Segal

While humanity has has continuously ventured into the unknown, today we are on the precipice of a new uncertainty. With covid, political unrest, and economic decline we feel that another sinister turn is just round the corner. Although discussion, art, and storytelling won't necesserily create any solutions for this in the short-term it might provide a conduit for productive thought, or at the very least might take our minds off our current reality.

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