Tiny petals that fly,
An assortment of wishes dancing on pollenated dreams.
The buzz that hums eternal.
The way of the Dragonfly.
Intersect the mother while the child cries endless all day.
For many past lives haunt the child's speechless memory.
Visions of horrific acts, sip from the cup of karma.
Dripping nectar to the floor,
where hundreds of tiny black acts eat
The dried salts of infant tears
mixed with the sugar of discarded experiences.
Can they all feel the wheel of time?
Cranking,
Endlessly cranking along the food chain.
From soul to worm.
Mirror puddles dry up in the sun.