Conditioned To Spring

Petals bloom into flowers, time, incantations. There are renewals, reversals, reprisals, re-dedications. Things huddle into gatherings for something bright, new conditions, probabilities. Elements cling, leave, disperse to intentions, destinations. Revolutions are plotted, rejected, re-imagined. When flowers don't bloom, they want to bloom, engage the world, its green, pollutions, populations, disintegrations. There is music in the air, grace-notes inundate filtered ears.