Daisies

DaisyThe world is closed.
We germinate in the dreaming,
sun show pollen adrift
on the weave of beginning.

Open our eyes,
lay our white blankets down,
behold the light spreading
its aura of landscape,
absorbing the heat
of the sun.

With the sweep of a blade
the mowers come.
Petals rotate in a flurrying
roll of decapitation.

Yet in one blink,
like a swinging scythe unswung
we stand unfazed.
Our dream has won.

Daisies

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