…and yet you knew that rain grew flowers.
You have seen that beauty is made of disintegrated plans
legitimacy intimacy all of it ingrained
in hopes re-laid.
and you have heard the sound of cracked-open life
a polyphonic cry of yes oh yes this is how
this is why.
Now you stand de-throned so cold
wholly riddled
and you scream no-one told you this is where
this is how
it middles
And then you wished for flowers.
And yet you did not wish for rain.
You have seen that beauty is made of disintegrated plans
legitimacy intimacy all of it ingrained
in hopes re-laid.
and you have heard the sound of cracked-open life
a polyphonic cry of yes oh yes this is how
this is why.
Now you stand de-throned so cold
wholly riddled
and you scream no-one told you this is where
this is how
it middles
And then you wished for flowers.
And yet you did not wish for rain.