Mar 26
~
Belonging to Eden,
the garden of
inescapable pleasure.
Prepare to fall again
for the pretty things.
The desire to preserve life
lies at the root.
The way of flowers
--let them beckon and bloom--
sincerely upright,
vessels for memories,
methods of communicating
with distant versions of yourself,
a conversation that could
drift into tears or laughter,
personal revelation
or total silence,
depending on the mood.
If only time and thought
could be as perfectly
arranged as flowers.
~
Belonging to Eden,
the garden of
inescapable pleasure.
Prepare to fall again
for the pretty things.
The desire to preserve life
lies at the root.
The way of flowers
--let them beckon and bloom--
sincerely upright,
vessels for memories,
methods of communicating
with distant versions of yourself,
a conversation that could
drift into tears or laughter,
personal revelation
or total silence,
depending on the mood.
If only time and thought
could be as perfectly
arranged as flowers.
~
(54/M/The Exclusion Zone)
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