searching


                                        searching
                                         among the stars and thistles
                                        for that one
                                                rare wild flower
                                             that will bloom and flourish
                                                    amidst
                                         the everyday smog
                                         and trampling armies.
                    That one
                     
                         fragile  purple  flower
             that will rebirth itself
                       with each new death ...
                          waiting for
                                       its gaze
                           to be held
                                       and claimed.
                      The prairie's dawn,
                        the painter's brush,
                      the water coloured breaths
                       that wish this fragile dream
                        into existence.
                                             Living testimony
                                           of the tearing need
                                               for completeness.


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