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blue carnation

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i love the carnation the wilted majestic brilliant blue of it... the way all-too-close to midnight immortalizes it... the way one object travels in a vaccuum of time, staying too near, too intense... look deep as it spirals it makes an imprint on my foggy mind....something if only for a moment standing almost immortally breathtaking, breathing radiance unto the shade of ghostly gesticulations... i lose my heart inside it, its disintegrating into the blue of its petals... the soft caresses of june come to mind... i lost myself inside its pollenated mazes... the love of space it contains, i sitting on a rickety wooden and ancient chair.... i notice my breathing becoming thick and heavy...my eyes shocked by all the possibilities of a something so tangible and then shifting into the dreamweaver intangibleness of the flower.....
where in space shall it have me if this is nowhere at all... where dost its blood flow and make odes to the tired-eyed spectator with an visual fixation to an enchanting sweetness of nothing..... look into the mirror, carnation, what is it you see... look at me, caffeine-buzzed and helpless, what is it you behold and enchant... facades seem to crumble in seconds like hours hours like pinpricks in a hollow creation.... why do you make me gasp, flower, why are you hazardous to me, as if i could get lost in that everything that is you.... i watch for it to change as dawn pounds the anvil to greet the rosied window dawn... i can fell the kinesis of some hazy responsibility kick and revv its engines through my mind... i know that soon some light will shine upon you, and that the travel up my spiral stairs after your crushed in bony fingers, this travel up those spiral stairs into morning comatose will leave me in tears...coming to conclusion after conclusion is it me that was wrong or was it yourself... why now do the holes in time seem more truly apparent.....