Philosophical

Focus fades from the blur that borders the timely Flower, 
Your soul captured in its wingless flight by the timeless hour. 
Yes, the serene neolithic embrace of shamanistic perceptions 
Harbour oceanic mirths within the depths of sentience. 
But fear the individual Flower's pseudo procrastinating character, 
His black mirrored message of a lonesome Smell and Colour. 
As He lingers by the Endless Winds in Time on the Cliffs of Scrutiny, 
Respect him, your unintegrated, yet self-absolute, familiarity...

On the Cliffs of Scrutiny.