SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Letting My Ignorance Show...Like a Flower?

What Would Blake Say
About Innocence Lost Today?

How do you describe
Not wanting
To spoil, waste
Innocence
Yet can't look away
         As it is plundered
         Lost, hoping
It survives mankind
                   Stronger,
                   More resilient,
         Teaching us,
         The exuberant,
         Of triumph,
         Peaking glory,
                             Only to settle back
                             With the ordinary,
                   Admire another
          More pristine,
                   Graceful, waiting...
                             Will she fall
                             To lay with all of us,
                             Rot on the forest floor
                             Among psychotropic berries,
                                       Hidden salamander,
                             Toads that will give you warts
                   (Don't touch),
         Or rise taller, grand?
                   The way we were meant
                   Until the fire?



From the perspective gained from the ground looking at all those rising up...soaring, in fact? It might be my children one day, or a contemporary. Maybe, I'm just a flower (I feel I blossom from time to time), because I'm certainly not one who soared and crumbled to earth. Only a few can become a part of an awesome petrified forest.

Ran out of analogous fluid (sap). Must...stop.