White Petals and Yellow Pollen
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This, then, the open face we wish that we
Could see throughout the universe, the pure,
The innocence are utter. We would see
These everywhere, and use them as the cure
To threat of evil and of suffering.
The cleanest white of whites, a yellow, clear
As new cut diamonds, each buffering
Us everyone from pain, without the blear
Of slaughter everywhere. A clearer gold
Like heaven’s holy streets this yellow shows
The way to. Yellow like this wants to scold
Away the negatives. Perfection glows.
..We witness creatures killing creatures, though,
….Uncountable the piling up of woe.