In Petals Seeds Speaking

In our pieces, we are seen:
  incomplete, inchoate, and
  framed by box and shadow —

Petals destined to fall on
  the waiting earth;
  localized, momentary scents
  dreaming they permeate the world —

Seeds scattered across plain and canvas,
  tinged with blood-decor,
  turning our faces towards
  secret suns and water,

Speaking our feelings into lives,
  even as our lives
  show flat through
  intrinsic limitations

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