… Jaded laid limbs, of the plant, on the street, stranded, bound down seated, roots rock-plaited incanted, petals squalid, wilting slanted… Look at what man did.
Rabid, untamed, failed at musical orchestration attempted. Consistent restraint, movement constricted. Resistant when it rained, the numbness persisted. It stayed, the hapless nests swayed, crests tested its own id, raided persuaded to detest rest, lest it decays … unfulfilled, unsated, outdated, and berated without shade it stayed, weighed them, it’s words then stated:
Can’t move these leaves, the soil isn’t fit. Forced to sit, stared long, gazed, fixated. Late, too much, no blooming. Consuming filth, bile infested, capillaries shit-saturated. Thought I made it, turns out i’d lost it. If I curse it, I’d sink in it. If I flatter it, I’d wade to shallower land, and sand isn’t any safer. I will stand, and follow gales, my otiant vexation, complacent frustration, demandful of free amelioration. Hopeful for some sovereign savior. Speechless, dreamless, ceaseless. Go now. Care less.