Bury my head in yellow
A flower inspecting series
In a world
with lifeless soils,
the green is empty,
and silent too loud,
I go against all names,
body and perception,
finding myself within the flower,
hoping to trust,
energy from within,
bury my head in yellow,
Slurping from the nectar,
Roll myself in pollen grains,
despair becomes reclamation,
For now,
The flower is home
Roll myself in pollen grains
despair becomes reclamation
Slurping from the nectar,
Burry my head in yellow
I go against all names,
body and perception,
energy from within,
I find myself, wandering inside the flower
for now,
the flower is home
