Perennial Rose

Perennial Rose: 

Perennial rose, won't you lie in the cavity of the universe?

Substance of blissful order -- this open crater between the

ossein of starlight. Finite in its bent, the unrivalled soul of its creator. 

Perennial rose, split the pedals into plates. 

Feeding the hungry with visions of god.

We will be thimble in this ironed cloth maxim. -- thy blessed apotheosis. 

Perennial rose, paint the seisms with benevolence. This nature of man

that is no less an enigma in its framework. Chaotic shuffles of 

futures, this flesh-full of body. The flashing core of lost prominence 

Perennial rose, the distance you have unfurled. Strife-blown stem strayed

on the backbone of a abrupt gust. O, your pure echoism. 

Earth flow

bounded by

the silence of

its parable. 

Hands branch

out to you, 

Perennial Rose. 

Six months of night 

follows, follows, follows

six months of light

traveling

round and round and round and round again. 

Crystalloid treadmill, un-polished

in the night sky. Recede your twine, and

tie my legs. 

Perennial rose, all I want is something to love. To hold. 

If a rose is a rose is a rose, where is the truth in all I've been told?

Author's Note

- Pure escapism. Sometimes I wonder if I think about things to much.
- Inspired by Stein.

Reviews

[Pax]

very profound...
vivid as its very surreal on imagery...

Perennial rose, all I want is something to love. To hold.
If a rose is a rose is a rose, where is the truth in all I've been told?
~ what a lovely end... a deep longing of one soul for a love one...
this is great as always my friend.

[Mockingbird]

heavy intimations. surreal way of saying you want something to love and hold. to me it sounds like trying to wrap my mind around the universe, looking for order. excellent work.