Skin is dust from roots,
dug up botany strains fashion to ensemble cortege spreads
lay rest to casual distress,
structure without array,
strangled margins functioned to age with parity.
What’s left behind isn’t for you & I to comprehend,
all we can do is retrieve limits.
Mashed chickpeas hum us to murmur hunger paste in
outlining the outset of hyalites.
Pared pedals & perished parchments grant short shrifts.