Antiquated Seed
on the lookout
for the elusive
men in black
it sure wouldn't be hideous
if a strength unfathomable
would rescue the vivisected
from the mundane powers
straight, suited and spectacled
that be
nothing left to do
but become
superfluous
fritter idle hours
anticipating shadows
an abated breath, parcelled out
among downpour animated
ripples
puddles break
antiquated
macadam banks
at the root
we all want
to feel
free
paranoia liberated
a free-flow wash
erodes away
the garden path
feel you've proliferated
beyond bed borders
common sense and any practical
husbandry parameters
landscape architects
have re-engineered
taxonomic designation
you've mutated
from flower to weed
blossom to detritus
you need pruning, thinning
transplanting to the wind
no longer earth bound
untethered to spacetime
progenitor potential eradicated
spend eternity
eavesdropping on the sharp
zealous zephyr whispers
directing the jet stream
coding binary and evolutionary
potential
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