NIGHT BLOOM: A Paean to the Mutant Flowers of Darkness  

	What strange flowers have we fertilized,
	With blood of remorse and reckless frolics undisguised?

	How far has our reckless pollen flown,
	Carried by whispers and shadows overthrown?

	Creatures of the night
	aren't bothered by such questions
	as they traverse this space:

	Those who in Primal Darkness bloom
	Cherish the sweet agony, revel in the gloom.

	In murky glades, where twisted vines entwine,
	Strange petals unfurl, like secrets from the divine.

	A spectral garden, lush yet cursed,
	Where thirst mingles with the night.

	
A Discussion

Don stared at the previous poem, his head shaking in slow, rhythmic dismissiveness. 
He tossed the manuscript onto the table like it was something stained. "What sort of 
poem is this?" he muttered, with a voice raspy with genuine distaste.

Aiko didn't look up. She sat perfectly still, gazing at the empty space where the words 
had been read aloud. "I sense no love the previous poem," she said, her voice dropping to a low, 
clinical vibrato. She then tightened her grip on her sleeves. "Just a cold, calculated will to power."

"The poem was more than just cold; it was tragic," Cindy interjected as leaning forward 
into the lamplight. She gestured vaguely at the air, as if trying to catch a fading thought. 
"Without love... everything we build... it’s all just hollow. A shell in this world of decay
a mere echo destined to fray."

Bai-Lou, who had been lurking in the corner's deepest shadow, finally commented. The sound was 
like dry leaves skittering across stone. "It goes further than that," he whispered, a ghostly, 
cynical smile touching his lips. "Even with 'love'—that fragile little anchor—our entire 
existence is also eventually dissolves. It’s all just dust in the end, waiting for the wind."


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from _Love Poems: Nonsense from the Heart_  
SHORT SUMMARY: An image of some dark flowers and obscure poem about love and desire.
LONG SUMMARY: In a haunting exploration of despair and existential dread, a group reflects on the 
chilling absence of love in their lives, revealing the tragic nature of their hollow 
aspirations amid the mutant flowers that bloom in darkness.
KEYWORDS: dark fecundity, nocturnal desires, primal id, salacious dissolution, nocturnal thoughts, 
nihilist musings, mutant verse, shadow-work, post-singularity human obsolescence

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 2000 in Nagoya, Japan / Finished: 2026 in Shizuoka
, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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