Plumelectric Gaiameria Pt. 2

Remember: Alba are quiet, narrow, and corrugated and Prefaces like precipices make modern living monolithic and claustrophobic… Pudica are elongated, oak-shaped and glossy. Dark green color. Ever-blooming. I’m standing behind you now with your permission, like the Pedals of Swahili love poems, Hanging bow, hanging bow, Says Murchie, “after all, we are [all] made of star dust…” So bow, bow, bow to the night fragrance that lures the sphinx moths To pollinate them and hang bow hang as they dupe Their pollinators into thinking there is nectar... Let the rain wash away the soiling regret Of the earth’s surface, “best be regarded as alive!” by Margulis... Make blood fill the veins of our roots Providing shelter to ghosts and demons Just like Plumerian folklore and its Blooming bloom blooming And so "as a theory, Gaia is now winning!" Blooming asunder The good doctor Strangelove who Concludes his generation “Has turned inward and discovered