ABC, save me!


Observe the seeds—the immunity to despair;
the vigorous semblance of purity and composure,
unmasked in a territory where vulnerability shouts.

Observe the seedlings—the subversive youth;
the deliberate exposition, whirling and laughing,
unmasked in a territory where vulnerability shouts.

Observe the plants—the invisible wounds;
the crown of decay; prematurely defoliating,
departing as repugnant germs to the kingdom of death.

Observe the oxygen—the breath of life or death;
the fortuitous murderer, sweeping the chlorophyll
of a vigorous flora where vulnerability shouts.

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