of the specimens, dullened to be transcendental

Standard

[spotted one by one the potential suitables for ‘dead’ly showcasing, one (un)fortunate dusk. and they were…] 

fading pastel peach 
of this drooping bulletwood 
budbloom 
reminiscing 
its sun-gaze days 

fallen magenta-ish 
senescence 
of the corner planted 
hardy shrub’s 
basal sprawled leaf 
curling 
in withdrawals 

ironic to their names and origins and preceding existence 

[added some more near-similarities lately, fractured twig 
fragilities in stampede, spritely fanta-ish yet suicidal 
petallic shields prematuredly detaching off, etc, etc.,] 

these made it there 
‘collectibles’ 
in the herbarium: 
made mummified dehydrates 
drying dying dead  souls 

might they be 
from a lacklustrous time   
a clouded extradark dusk 
or the thoroughly neglected 
geriatric shedoffs 
in striking xanthous hues 

those 
making absolutely no difference 
either to the bulged bumblebees 
in their heady pollen loads 
or the unpredictable 
vagabond winds 

in page-compressed burial with each specimen 
were the obvious questions of lost reasons 
as well as their once-breathing 
instinctive needs 

that all got numbed 
well before 
spreading sparsely from their core
only shrivelling faster 
detracted from their own margins 
more because of outer worlds 
pulled back 
to its humble origins 

liberating from 
desires of the ‘alien’ unknowns 
those envelopes fatally 
had remained just theories: nuances 
of relationship intricacies 
in complex sexual tangles   
with delightful teaser tactics 
of advancing formulae 
rolling out naked 
in entwined acrobatics.. 
ahh, the wasted love-bond 
extensions 
never got coupled 
until anytime 

what if they were in their senses? 
they would have 
infuriatingly 
denounced even faster 
of what was garnered: dreamt uniting entities   
been tired of scribbling voluminous scripts 
in metaphorized cryptics 

hard-pressed truths 
remained surprisingly visual 
of their lucidly branched 
abstractive winglets 
from constricted veins 

whose depths 
were still impossibly impossible 
to be reckoned 

the such meddled 
crosssectioning explorations 
broke out of hands 
a puff of dustful airs 
  
dissolving homogeneous 
with unknowns 

bigger nothings 
of the unitary 
everything: weren’t 
in traceabilities 
of their many 
singularity 

but got 
elucidated 
to be selflessly 
freeformed 
‘mingularities’ 
of a type 

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