human form of flower in motion

dandelions look like us

mind chaos.


the human mind 

bears the soul of a 

raised consciousness. 


unaware


escapism 

buds like spring flowers

blooming in the middle of something

unexpected,

a winter state of suffocation.


the night nobody recalls.


asleep


you are what you are,

with all the circling back,

in and around.


in hiding, in revealing.

sometimes more often than others,

sometimes without realizing.


Dandelions look like us.


wild

human form of flower in motion,

on the rise, 

suddenly disturbed



human mind evolving.

human mind dissipating.

human mind externalized.

human mind forgotten.



Oblivion.


Human.

Humanus, humana, humanum.



we are nature.

         dandelions

          following the breeze





written on 17th April 2020

chaos: the signature of a mind that

refuses structure,

a cage

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