They Do Say "The Autumn Leaves That Never Asked To Fall, Find A Home In The Winds Of Change." The Objective Verity Of This Statement I Cannot Affirm Without Sullying My Solemnity. I Could Never Dare To Be That Much Imbued In Dare-Devilish Ways, Nor Reveries Natured Such. However, I Cannot Help But Wonder, Mind Muddily Befuddled, About The Cravings Of The Spring Flower. Did The Stalked Beau Ever Ask For The Beauty Of Bloom To Be Sprung About It? Could It Ever Ask For Such A Horrendous Gift? To Bloom And Be The Rug Of A Duty Charged Working Class Bee? To Bloom And Be The Purveyor Of Pollen It Never Gets To Revel Nor Relish In? Or Else Otherwise And Alternatively, To Bloom Hermaphrodite In Morphe, Only To Find Sanctuary Within The Contraption That Is A Nay-Sayer's Structured Sentence? Strung Words Whose Context Is Rigged Rigorously In A Royale Swearer's Regalia, Painted The Blossomed 'Selfish Usurper Of Own Inspiration To The World? An Ugly-Hogging-Hog Of All That's Swine-esque, And Bastardly, And Lovely? Of Names? To Bloom And Of Course Cause Course Noses To Itch Aquiver By Rubbing Them The Wrong Way? Could It Bloom To Steal Your Breath Away? You. Yes You, You Who Is Allergic To A Shortness Of Breath? To Spread Those Rainbow-Dyed And Pollen Drenched Wings, And Have Them Flutter While Stationed Stuck Upon The Edifice Of A Tree, Motionless, Until They Are Akimbo On Death's Swallowing And Fat But Perpetually Starved Waistline? To Bloom And Know The Tree Will Not Shed A Single Root In Sorrow? But Will Instead Burrow Deep Into Its Grave To Unearth The Good Petal Perishing Brings? To Bloom And Know That It Is Inching Towards That Last Inch That Stands Feebly Between It And Oblivion? Stood Upon Knees Robbed Of Any And All Notions Of Fortitude? Between An Oblivion That's Benching Obstacles As If They Were Plumage? But Maybe, Just Maybe, At Least I Suppose, Oblivion Isn't The Grandest Of All Evils. After All, It Did, Just Momentarily, Bloom In My Mind And Will From Now On Be Forgotten, A Purported Thought, Resigned To The Very Same Void I Am In. Blooming. As-I-Am-Blooming.
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