he appeared
then her
his son died
murdered by his brother
eventually he died
from her
to the earth
it was his end
but not the end
the hierarchy
arose
from a cut
pruned
from a yellow rose
now he ascends
and descends
toward transcendence
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If a rose knows this and continues to wish for the gardener's hands to caress her petals, what would he say?
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