let the heat of youth shutter your windows, keep your disowned memories cool, foregone beauty sidelined, you're not a plant, you're not a seed, you're not a child, you're not in need, be

stalwart, fixed, not rolling around
in the leaves in the least in the leaves in the least...
(i can't believe the feeling)

indoors musty refined and unseen, pin a lattice of light across statue's face with bronze eyes peering through thin open space at that plant (is not me) at that child (was not me) in the leaves in the least in the leaves in the least (i'm moving past me) save such dreams for the sheets