Temporary events

Insects made God’s wilted flowers
Their homes, flowers still fragrant
In their deaths, those that smelled
As pure temporary events in time.

They might have met Him in eye,
If there were time before deaths.
So they looked God’s capital eye
As we all do when our eyes close.

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