I was told
my long earlobes
meant I would
live to a ripe
pear’s age small
splotches and hairs
would bloom
out of them
into that field
but when the flower
arrives it means
the plant is dying
self-immolating
which we mistake
for beauty artfulness
or the evolution of
color as the secret
element behind
all creation
not the flag of
surrender and the
lifting out of matter
as it waves farewell
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