float me on the waters(like a petal
everything is changes/everyone the same
we march towards april like wildflowers
rain drops liquid on green lawn
all my friends are turning recluse
private gardens for the blind
to scent their air with prayer and ritual
welcoming space and time with energies
little will aligns with Great Events
our tiny time ticks accidents
Zip! another one blessed with disappearance
between dimensions/where memories gossip
Streets as public theater/where all wreckage
sits upon their water like a weed
Heated as the conversation weather
changes according to our needs
Now all our private souls grow deeper
Meditating upon both change and loss
We exchange desire for acceptance
The price of living is our only cost
join me @the venues/where we all can be
as contradictory as a public recluse
Recuse ourselves from power/yet demand
each golden line as evidence and influence
Ask if this affects/denial or disaster
Living is the artform we are after
We are petals upon invisible flowers
And it is time for Spring showers
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