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
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