Wilting stalks of love, hate, hope
Strengthen after it rains.
Cautionary winds of revisioned history
Forebode emergent growth.
Snarling, forbidding further discoveries
Of separate realities.
Febrile folds wrinkle, baring ivory
Fangs gnashing at all that is imaginary.
Wanton wiles that flew in waves of hilarity,
Binding me as the sole wielder of liability.
Such ridiculous accusations
Surely can’t exist.