Rejoice in the coincidence that far across the sea some flower grew a special song then traded with a bee who kept it close against her breast while roaming her caprice to chance upon another bloom composing kindred piece.
Although he did not know of her she would not hear his call new life was born, that amber morn as Happenstance should fall.
he chewed through me like moths feast on all our favorites, tucked away silently, thread by thread, until that rainy day we need to pull on something special and look inside to find nothing save skeletons of joy