The end rests
Languid and delicate
A single dandelion seed
Estranged from the puff
Blown by rebellion
Or perhaps just nature’s course
To impregnate the ground
With more sunshiny weeds
The end
It rests on my fertile mind
I cry for the clouds to unleash
A torrential wrath
Imbed the seed to grow roots
But my mind remains arid
The wind stirs lightly
The dandelion seed rests
Languid and delicate
Moments fused with hours
And time crashed
Against the shore of sentience
Vagueness flashes
Thoughts whirl
Run away
Laughing
Challenging
The mote in God’s eye
The beginning…
I became…
Chaos fled
Fused Tachyons
Blazed
Screaming through the newly birthed light
I become many things
A particle in the primordial soup
A single cell
Needing memory
To fill the void
Fusing
While incompletion raged
Become…Become…
The voice insistent
Demanding
Pulling pain
Out of beauties orifices
The end drained
The placenta of birth
Clawing for release
Upon the pure sands
Untouched by mankind
Fertile soil washed away
From necessity
Unnatural in the wailing cry
To be…
Accepted into the region
Unfit for any king or queen
Weeds grew
Bold and erect
Supping upon the light
And dew as sweat upon the brow
Nature grew unpromised
And audacious in peeling the lids
From eyes refusing to see
The puff–
Bloodied and alive–
There beyond obstinacy
In the face
Of time
In all its abhorrence…
Then…
The music appeared
At first shy and unsteady
Yet insistent…
Demanding all take part
All share the essence of their being
Unique instruments… unique voices
In that choir all living things took their places
Like notes fused to alabaster parchment
The seed which was now more than a seed
More than what it ever could be
On its own moved to a strange grandeur
A feeling, a certainty
That it was eternal
That its voice was needed
In that constellation of sound
The music would not stop
Could not stop
It held all things to its cadence
The music played…
And all life danced and swayed
To its rhythm
And it was…
Beautiful…
Tags: beauty, Poetry, universal truths, wonder
Para.… eh… sunshiny weeds?
Yep, you had a major attack of gayness my friend. LOL Just teasing ya… 
It was a pleasure to write with you kid. As my Native American buds would say… “You be heap strong Poet, like Alpha bull…, Powerful, like the North Wind, and shine the truth like new Moon…”
Hey, I told ya it was pretty faggy
One that shoulda been scrapped after the first stanza! 
Anywho, thanks for finishing it Quas… you managed to somehow save the day on that one. 