eyes frolic, denying lacking flowers.
lilacs empower
the true vision of towers.
i've only seen them cower once,
though it lasted months.
the town that bound and gagged the seed
preferred their words skewed and diseased.
they thought,
and caught,
bought in to things.
to fit in --
fitting into all sorts of rings,
that fit into assorted dreams.
i sort of knew i'd find no peace,
just pieces that flowered away from me.
to gather,
i'd rather