..."on both ends
of a stretchable string-
nothing is tied"
gaze transposing. Passion,
in complete abandonment
precariously spreads. But
thinly to every flower.
he, looking back the narrowing
strip of the highway.
an imperfect life. Molding
back to a mother's womb,
laid perfectly for a fetus.
metamorphosed. But
snapped back
to its original form.
