𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑

beseeching suns

i place my objects of anguish and my rarities of aptitude under a source of light;
just like the fruit flies that are showered by the mellow dusky sunlight 
and look like blown dandelions on their way to grant wishes;
i too wish my shortcomings are bestowed some ornate saving grace
to at least trick me, or perhaps give me some hope
that there is a strain of beauty to be found in this plangent rot.