A sunflower with
upturned face follows the fickle photons, drinks unrefracted rainbows Erect like a soldier or a woman in heels Fully alive for a season Then retirement, old age spent feeding birds Gradumentally fades into death Next season five hundred faces born of death and sunlight Joy begets exponential Joy
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