the dark stuff of thought the dead take care to wake the wild with, makes us, who most rely upon the sun to shine, take up desire—for what is a seed if not the need to bury in sleep so that in dream we who live may, well, think?
a ravished flower
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the dark stuff of thought the dead take care to wake the wild with, makes us, who most rely upon the sun to shine, take up desire—for what is a seed if not the need to bury in sleep so that in dream we who live may, well, think?
a ravished flower
