Baby I come undone (xupandgox) wrote in architectunlit,
Baby I come undone

14 lines, but no name.

They come to me as buds press the damp soil
Pouring from a spring deeper than any human eye can see
No mind comprehends the inevitable force-
That pulls longingly at the flower’s head
Neither perceive flow of foreordained words
That long to have their visage known-
Beyond the point of cognizance
And onto relation
As the blossom cannot hide, or conceal it’s physique
So does this wellspring cry nay
Nay, to the partiality of concealment
The flow wishes not to be seen, or heard
But to be tasted, and never blotted out
But whatsoever sense appealed, they must be disclosed
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