Once I read a flower bloom
Pacing small and lightning rooms
Space over swelling petals burn
the animated emptiness
I extend myself into the words and
like a moth fly from the light
Love was a knee
let backward in braces.
For once I read a flower budding
for long brontide realized burning
hallow in the sound of eminent din
the animated emptiness.
I recoiled of cringing-knowing
so fallen, I flew serpent-like