it is, as it is

these delicate little flowers

are attached to an insidious and pervasive plant

it wants to be everywhere

it wishes to contain

it knows to control

and yet it's gentle blue flowers

and pale yellow sex

compromise me

in my wish to be rid of it

for in its most inviolable

soft and violet heart

beats the soft refrain that

is the simple understanding

that everything belongs here

for some purpose

some reason

some goodness

that may be beyond my capacity

to understand

and so how could it be right

that i

i

determine

the merit

or the value

of the life

of anything else