Design

it blossoms away like a flower and us opening a new book petal after petal, line by line we live through them each breath till the last so well constructed it takes a short circuit or a lapse of the mind to help reality come forth a recital is best without ourselves instructing each finger move between them death slips to and fro until its final moment comes out of the shell comes a struggling chick wonders where the world it has popped out from and into a lapse of the mind is timed for reality to set life into tune to and fro we slip between the fingers of the creator