I can feel
It begin to slip
This grip on concrete trips
Dendritic whips
That slash my connection to this reality
Atavistic endeavors overtake
I’m lost in the smell of flowers this spring
And the fragility of watching
Their beauty rise
And fade so fast
And I wonder what of this empire
Will pollinate our nectar filled minds
And what of this world
We will hold onto
When we give up the ghost
Leaving our carbon host
For a house in the celestial canopy
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