~
Sometimes, but rarely,
sometimes we fail to
rotate with the Earth.
Sometimes, but sadly,
people, places and things
then come around as
we stand in place.
Hence we can happen
to stumble upon
the stems of flowery death.
sometimes we even seem
to glimpse their demise:
From the queen
hidden in the forest,
her sanctuary, her grave,
to the king's cupbearer
poisoned by his own hand,
to the dock workers
erased by famine
in one bitter afternoon,
and to the other ghosts of history
that invisibly crowd the world
just to beautify this
intrepid rose garden.
~
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 10:55 AM UTC
~
Sometimes, but rarely,
sometimes we fail to
rotate with the Earth.
Sometimes, but sadly,
people, places and things
then come around as
we stand in place.
Hence we can happen
to stumble upon
the stems of flowery death.
sometimes we even seem
to glimpse their demise:
From the queen
hidden in the forest,
her sanctuary, her grave,
to the king's cupbearer
poisoned by his own hand,
to the dock workers
erased by famine
in one bitter afternoon,
and to the other ghosts of history
that invisibly crowd the world
just to beautify this
intrepid rose garden.
~
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