The petal-shaped hand, its dichodral leaf
remembers so well that it panics to speak
and with words of upturned blossoms it says
the answering of love is beautiful
part of the hand and from the open palm
is the litmus of a flower blessed truth
to love is to love by every value worth
beauty at once is beauty forever
the world is a rose pined in the hour
when it first broke through ether to descend
from the birth of its origin’s bower
through the rose with its form as its power
circling with the eye of the crown of thorns
piercing yellow pollen horn for the world
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