the sky descends and down to the pavement
the volume of the gravity unknown
recedes behind the lenses of the known
to touch with the glorious sun's foment
of flowers the many and the sacred
there is one that blooms over the sidewalk
with trenches behind it of sodden burlap
and ventricles smaller than any heart
believe without their petals in a song
very are those that seeded are many
blown as though a kiss from an archetype
the song of the flower must go on song
flower of blisses the author of love
bound by the horizon to songs of love
the volume of the gravity unknown
recedes behind the lenses of the known
to touch with the glorious sun's foment
of flowers the many and the sacred
there is one that blooms over the sidewalk
with trenches behind it of sodden burlap
and ventricles smaller than any heart
believe without their petals in a song
very are those that seeded are many
blown as though a kiss from an archetype
the song of the flower must go on song
flower of blisses the author of love
bound by the horizon to songs of love
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