Listless in a serene nightmare
But I'm not sleeping
Eyes peeled watching petals bloom
Looks so soft, but I'm afraid to reach
What if it isn't a dream
I don't want it to touch me back
Follow the golden rule
Just wait
The rain will wash the pollen away soon
Those red swollen eyes will clear
But I can't promise what will be here
Effervescent flesh
Will the rain take me too
Or will it leave me pure and refreshed
The die rest on the back of your palms
Gently blow on them or toss them to the side
Either way, the seed will be planted
I am what I began, always have been, and will be
Just soil, a decimal of the earth.