Life waits inside us
On the precipice of a metaphor
We are everything
We are nothing
Life dances around us
We are infinite blooms of perception
(These blooms await our trampling)
Porous and fecund
Hopelessly nearsighted
yet seeing far
Life lives in volition
our action
our stillness
our quiet
our song
misbegotten orchids
Author: FlowingOm /blood and dreaming
orchid eyes of night
fire coral caress
burning burning bright
blood and fire
adrift upon the memory
all we will be
burning burning bright
dark shadow surrender
red tears and falling
calling what has lost us
burning burning bright
blood and spire
crumbling ghosts
misbegotten scenes
burning burning bright
amputated dreams
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