Fruits of the tree of Love, such as death & sex, are ripe ovaries of excess
that make a flower extant. Out in the fecund emptiness they conceive
the everlasting, these consequential seeds of decay & increase
whose engendering the great Tree of Dark intends. Let the perished
be infinite & the eternal, a day---manifest in every sealing
of the buried ovule are immortals who open & swarm a flower
with conspicuous ecstasy!
Solum
