Flowers

Cut from the womb

Like a flower from its roots

We begin to fade

Into beautiful oblivion

A screaming ride

Or a gentle glide

Most beautiful close

To our rebirth

Into the Sky

As a freebird

We stretch

For that last

Ray of Sunlight

Enjoy our last Moon

Before we are drawn home

Into the original womb

The Black Sun

As above

So below

As within

So without

Oh to know

How beautiful

All these flowers

As they are

In the Eternal Now

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