The void, too, bubbles:
Voidless static sunders us,
swelling years yawn wide.
Follow the lineless
harmony as she builds up —
bursts forth — a new seed.
This morning, I reached the part of The Poem’s Heartbeat about syllable-count verse; Corn mentioned that haiku are generally supposed to be contextualized against the seasons.
While I wrote haiku in my high school planner whenever I was bored in class, we weren’t taught about season words, and this common knowledge escaped me until today. Later on at work, I encountered a book about the future of the universe while sifting through new book lists.
#1 is a haiku about our current cosmic season (swelling years). #2 is about the moments before expansion (the seed).