I’ve spent too much time
tryin to define or wrap
around the divine design
stead of following the divine signs and feeling
with my heart.
for my mind just parts this from that
never sees the center of the radiant blossom
searching identifying the design of the petals or the petals’ number
while the heart instead settles under in unnatural slumber
tucked with its own petal armor.
in a bud.
on a bush.
… in a seed.
carried by a raven blending black into the night sky,