like a sunny Southern rain brings the smells of desire and decomposition. this Baptism came under a summers night sky, the stars a thousand pinned eyes. its slowly turning horizon searching a fragile lucid mind, foolishly thinking this will be worthy of reasons why. a garish cherub with a second hand reality, coveting all future sympathy for all humanities untoward. held down seasons with feet never touching the ground - roots of distemper enjoyed this silence.
just for this life, a poet dreamed a seed was planted.
a star, a flower none can see - a stapelia flower forever growing inside me
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corpse flowers