The Deconstructive Mind

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Bloom, the unconscious hero,

For the sake of beauty, grown

Out of dirt and out of mud.

Rising from the mother,

Oh great Earth!

Rising undeterred in crowded wood.

Rising ever more with absconded hood.

Gently parting that scarlet veil.

Displaying all the beauty that one should.

Never known to man nor woman.

In that sacred grove,

It stands, the most beautiful flower.