Bipolar

A leaf that cries through gossamer veins

Questioning curiosities of selves placed

By The Wise Tree

-Writing life lines

On blooms predetermined-

A tainted world tinges

Already delicate turns

Crippling edges of wilting petals

in a paralyzing resentment

But

In a past life-

An almost faithful grip

of life’s testimony

claimed the falling variety leaf in Khepri’s Plan

Transitioning

-presumably-

into a restful winter

with drying embers curling in hopes of tomorrow