the earth abandoned and fallen.
seeds and seedlings, mourning and breaking,
broken and never growing,
“in shadow and remorse”.
resplendent and destroyed.
lack of vibrations; a flight of pigeons.
nearly a breakdown, but just a broken moment.
a mighty hand plants these things.
a garden of the cycle. on these
wings stripped of beauty and grace.
the tree of all things wretched and pure.
the way it should be. the struggle that fuels.