Wildflower

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I am a finalist for the mystery –
I am adorned and scattered,
In random restless epiphanies,
Who needs death anymore?
I am a wildflower –
A spiral of God’s tongue,

Trying to chart a root coronation,
Sprung in every direct redirection,
I am a flourish, a wonder,
Establishing a newborn freedom passion –
Administering the spark;
The gold veined onward defiant resurrection,
Sprinkled as a mustard seed
Stylized, looseleaf, aforementioned,
Wing-ed like a lark,

Glossolalia, ancient history
Glossolalia of infinity,
Glossolalia, moonlight ministry,
Brilliantly, the arc.

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