Synthetic Serendipity


false flowers
adorn dining tables,
petite plastic petals perpetuate
p h y s i c a l
beauty -
"who needs natural
allure, when i can just as
easily admire immortal grace?"
immortal? i m m o r t a l ?!
does time not whither even
that which was built to
defeat the inevitable?
tell me mum, do you
not feel compelled to
change the posy with
the seasons? and again
if even a speck of imperfection
peeks through?
there is no deathlessness
when even that which is not alive
sees afterlife
"is death not the first advance
toward athanasia?"

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