We have seemingly found an anomoly of great divide
Before they reached the ash they conceded to
The thinward concise crux of ill advised sense.
A form that grafted to and latched onto switching
Fusion grasped and teethed like tiger's play
Through the days turned years and water petals.
Green and muculent white sifting powdery disconnect
From the hatching which confined sharp limbs
Fragile skull and whitening skin of bleeding function.
It looked upon the reflection before as the rippling
Water picked up wind and split molecules
It wanted to hear the torch of blistering bubbled
Up to wild weeds and down in the muck.
Having pushed through fanged bacterium it could only recount the
Slightness of familiarity that deposed at the convening
Separation like vegetation roots snake through broken walls.
It roamed endlessly the marsh and festering tangled branches
It knew it had been decieved and placed counterintuitively
Away from anything incandescent.
Fortunately order and silence does not always prevail
And peace is what the universe cannot give.