Any Other Name

There were flowers here
That had outgrown themselves.
Tiny holes in everything.
Nothing holding it together. Nothing keeping it apart.
Is it "True or False" Or "Here and Gone"?
"Yes or No"? "Will or Won't"?
Stretching back across the whole entire span of time
With one motion.. In one swing.

There were flowers here
But they'd been picked..and hung..and all dried up
Decorated in a frozen moment they displayed
Too delicate to touch.
Deepening the tiny holes in everything
Breathing into..and out of..Us all..At once

There were still flowers here
That died.. But never wiletd
Enslaved.
Entombed.
Confined to the shadow of their pinnacle of beauty.
In rememberance they will never bloom again.

Still. there were flowers here.
Smelling sweet, and cold.. of metal blood
Beneath a million dandelions having sprouted wings
And lifted up
Seemingly as innocent as they come
Sunk low. Roots deep
Sending weeds slithering over the flowers
Splintering through every thorn
Tearing seething, gaping wounds out of the tiny holes
Till they grew far too deep for us to close

There were flowers here
That'd long outgrown themselves
Tiny holes in everything
Nothing holding it together
Nothing keeping it apart
It was true AND false.
Here AND gone
Yes AND No
Will AND Won't
Stretching out across the whole entire span of time
With one motion..In one swing
Now..there are NO flowers here.
But they will bloom in spring