Lennon

Soon I’ll be dead
with a face of red flowers
and all will be calm
time counting the hours

The Outcrying world
filled oceans in tears
forgotten its namesake
carousing with fear

crept into battle
trapped in life war
gave left eye for one
so one collects four

Turned on its head
it carries like weight
sleeping in waking
a genetical trait

wavelengths ring crimson
infectious with pulse
smoothing over the rips
love-creatures grow close

glimmers of wisdom
clutch out at the seams
kissed by imagination
manifested with dreams

Rise within sunlight
manufacture to pull
be as a walrus
make eden half full

Words can survive
through a face of red flowers
the truth can be heard
and the words could be ours

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