Mynd within a mind within a
Star imploded, within a construct
Of imaginary architecture where
Biomes of salt, love, or
Bile sprang like tulips,
Wilted as lettuce,
Rotted into fungi,
Flew feathered
As birds &
Sang red
Joy.
I really loved the imagery in this stanza. I also particularly enjoyed the verbiage as there were some new words in there for me which forced me to look deeper into the poem. Thanks for sharing.