Symbolism

A vase was shattered. The fragments thereof lay

Lifeless. But resurrection was nigh. Love infused

The dead. I now glisten with verve, my love, ever

In the midst of a nightmare, for oak is perishing,

In dire need of a rainforest. Plant me in the heart

Of the sea, and nourish my tender roots, for love

Is more than speculation. It’s the roof of the

Kingdom, even immortality, and the life of

Doctrine. Forever in motion, my clock ticks, as

Durable as a teapot. My autonomous amore, my

Clock is my love, tactic free, thus, believe in this

Flaming fantast. Come midnight, dialogue with

Spirit. Inquire of my motives. And listen closely

To the ghost. It shall cosign my love.