The flower grew up inside your brain,
after some rain songs came a new spring.
Like water words spilled out on a page,
saccharine little lines reaching for meaning.
A river married power unto speed,
brackish and rushing blind home from Atlantic Beach.
Like sediment skeletons nobody sees,
our saccharine little lives in all their glory.
Feared the current tearing us apart,
submerged and still staring at the stars.
Baby we were never meant to weigh the worth,
of the Earth or the flowers in the dirt.
released June 6, 2016
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