A flower
If you could be Superman
And reach the clouds of boys that dream
Far above the pains of far out wonders?
A flower
They scream in giant towers
Scraping the sky in panic and desire
Fingers grasping each moment
For a sacred Lotus
To get upon the mud
Sacred nothings of love
Drunk by opium running from sap
Loving from nothing
And you want to have it back
It is an illusion of flowery prose
Paintings in Mexico.
There in your hungry mouth..
A flower
Time itself undresses her pants
Now and forever.
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