Speak of porcelain flowers; those understood by few.
They bleed nectar in the night
--the sleeping stems from the petal's torso--
like a kaleidoscope portrays images,
divine and bright; those understood by few.

Take this soil; its hazy grains,
breeding fragile life
(without the problem of this age)
resting upon itself; the martyr's bloom
They found pollen in the children's room.