Pushing Daisies

This poem is a thought of us a species who are the whip of gods like flowers in the wind.

Pushing Daisies
Find meaningful precedents to let show with chosen median a makers mark upon this world || then lose thy self to it.

Throw passion with you’re eyes unto the frae and where it touch || be crushed and lifted.

Let us run like mad naked beasts through the thrush in moon light as stars fall weeping from our short time under their shine.

Allegory of a thousand suns like that of past lives spent upon this rolling bolder in the cosmos.

A different frame holds a picture of a foreign God on another wall || who’s majestic governance is like wind || that’s pushed daisies around for fun.