• wildflowers •
In the deep shallows and roaring
oceans, and the swamp of weeds,
I feed on earth and the Sun feeds me.
Between beautiful cracks and broken
longings, with fierce and dawn of spring,
I sprout on darkest days, a poiesis, I am.
In the abyss, turning towards light, tasting
mellowed hues and witnessing metamorphosis,
I grow. I am designed to grow and flourish
in fragile gaze. In rainswept days, between
worms with a wilder bond , I have loved the
unloved things and paved my growth.
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