Flower Head

Twisting and turning

At the top

A golden flower stands

Saluting the brimming day

On a fallen cloud

.

Under white mist

The water makes a mirror

Of itself

.

Underneath

In a toffy brown sky

Another flower unfurls

Starchy ground petals stuck

In eternal sleep

Only moving

With extending memory

.

Above the twisting fleur

A sun drops golden rain

That meets the face

And sinks beneath the earth

Never to be seen again in living memory

.

The brain

A veined mind

Remembers the glimpses of gold

That once occupied

The waking eyes

Even as they sink between the

Earth in time

Never to be seen again by waking memory

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