I can't leave it on the table
cuz ima forget about it.
Like the flowers.
Strange way to put it but
come for me
like a puddle traveling through itself
it grows
until it desires to run
then it gives back
I slept through the rainbow and
we are unimproved.
If I leave it on the table I won't forget,
it will haunt me
in its placement, its natural state
shine some light as if a reflection would change it,
and all at once the glittering leaves spread themselves
close to suicide but it's just a visit.