looking through the window br flower head br past the zenith of it's bloom br br sees silent as it hovers br where a spaceship's lost it's zoom br so shortly after blast-off br with little or no sound br it's odyssey's suspended br just three feet off the ground br br faces at the portals br pressed against the glass br and the colours in her petals br were not meant to last br br when they knew that it was over br were they suddenly aware br it's all about not knowing br what is really therebr br Stephen Brian Bradybr br