Abstain untill the lily petals cup in chaos all in the vain offering of a tear like rain drop, like the metaphorical huming of a metranome the fences of failure or those past mistakes come circle round like that of the dafodills.
Resist past redemption yet in that final minute the erge to say sorry the erge to see the snow again or feel the sun well that erge has kept the red rivers of my body safe, some things are explained only in the movements of earthquakes the lily petal can make more sense to me than any man on this earth.
