”Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.” -A. A. Milne
You swallowed me in your splendour…
Diaphonous crevaces carved into stone,
Encompassing your luminosity and catching you in.
Denticulate reaches of treacherous hold,
Infecting a nature of whit and whim.
Requisite mesas of asperous erosion,
Amplifying your compassion beyond all’s reach.
Prodigious canyons: barren, vacuous.
Assimilating all but ethics left.
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