Reverie in the Essence of Dandalions

memories like a flower fleet with the petals core with a honeymoon bee of wood on metal, chroma flower bent quicksilver, reflecting light, prism in the echo blur silence. but does the black matter follow its spin? does the adoration exit? or may it last a millennium? questions of deities fill a mind with porridge. grotesque candle burning at a lean, like meat on a grinder for patties, burgers of humanity with teeth jagged, this husky maiden built on a frame similar to an hourglass. sands of time are waiting on a bird skull to drop, snuffing the flow towards the vacuum of space.