Scrutiny Overload

If I examine the underside of life's leaf a little too long crystal dust me with your gravity and pull me away For scrutiny unravels even the tightest woven fibers and reveals imperfections. Sweep me beside you, place me a flower in your pocket to be cocooned and perfumed in the brilliance that nature does naturally and we strain to copy in feeble bent ways. I'm only weak when you see me to be so. I'm only strong when you're with me. Or so all the picking apart of the fibers with microscope vision would like me to think... If I am pale from a moon burn, unsleeping again, pull my tides and drag me to the sea for only a dip in a salt straining vision will quell me from burning and purify me Blue up my eyes, place me on rafts as we float soon to be awoken by the closest of suns rising from nights it spent warming the seas on the other side of my precious less scrutinized world- Stretch out my thinking and purify me.