As I'm watching...
yet the totem fell apart
into the red larva beneath
suffocated amidst the fumes
yet the larva settled at last
cultivate the new land
for a gargoyle to bury its seed
yet came shooting a strong bark
shades of leaves for rovers
breezes of wind for vagabonds
yet the flowered branches never bear
blooms withered, and peeking out again
nothing fell for the feed
yet new seeds pushing their way
through the petals and spores
only to die halfway
yet fruit of longing will not grow
for it was destined to sleep
or fall into the fire
As I'm watching....
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