to hold your will upon your fingers
a mighty flower
is your life
is your death.
to clench tomorrow within a web
a tired flower
is your water
is your sand.
to run down toward your low lands
a smiling flower
is your smile
is your tears.
to sing up your spine
a broken flower
is your might
is your fall.
to call upon your stranger
a strange flower
is your ears
is your eyes.
to bury yourself in clouds
a dream flower
is your hope
is your lie
is easier than land.
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