blossom_abutt_dappled_concrete stork daddy two false dichotomies a tall white blossomed tree a stout pink blossomed tree the wind blows fallen thin ovals into motion rather than being torn. the scurrisome mess of human history - the attrition of meaninglessness takes toll on the patterns and design of each tree's fierce assertion of the color of existence. the concrete in its dapple gray and black and diamond is swirled over in flesh white and the pink of long dried blood. the layers must've repeated for centuries. blossoms, concrete, blossoms, concrete. take it all away from me, or else drown me in it. we're all on a kamikaze mission whether or not we like it. the end result, we are at once the assertion of color and the unending loss of distinction the swirling into layer upon layer of similar difference. pink and white, and then just blossom and then just swirling 050213 what's it to you? who go blather from