POEM: FLOWERS.GROW.BETWEEN.PAUSES.

FLOWERS.GROW.BETWEEN.PAUSES.

Do you see the generative? Unfurled ~>. A high energy metronome that does not keep a beat. A mixture of physics in ideas grown in memory and cascaded from one moment to eternity.

It lives in a meta-state, growing just when you look away. It is the one true thing that actually exists, even when it pretends it doesn’t. It is the same thing as love, though you may not believe it.

Unschooled, you see with eyes so wide. The gentle, and a line drawing of the discordant. We are the passion driver, the flower is just an abstraction. These, we and them, an invention.