from a tiny oval
a bud opens into a wide
symmetrical blossom
ripens into a fleshy fruit
and withers away from rot
or diffuses into saliva
and so on forever
the flow of form continues
reminiscent of the experience
of certain psychedelics
spreading, diminishing
aligning, intermingling
synchronizing through
shapes and colors
as well as meaning
feeling like the same
ongoing process
that guides the rise of
reality through time
and though rhythmic
not smoothly temporal
but winding and hovering
and suddenly bursting
evolution has a mind
of its own, the mind has
an evolution of its own
nothing else but flow exists
