Bend words into perfection’s
sweetness, move moments trapped
beneath darkness while painting
colourful sailing patterns past
Time holds its hands on the clock.
Break bleakness, forget
those minutes in alliance, intervening
like demons who persevere
and judge discussions.
Embark on something less severe.
Bow curvatures of unsullied fruit,
drowsing and dreaming in dew’s
mist to unveil seeds living at
their core, exalting in ecstasy.