Gravity Fires

Flowers are the gravity of our cosmos
Taken away from the deeming waters
The coarse graviton mutiny
Reduces sand salts to mine surfaces
And combines moist hearts with solid mixtures

Do not contend with this soft fire
With the moisture of your breathing
I will shape you to the difference
At the latter gate
Where sizes and re-growth matter not late

Torn between the custom of the sound
The grass fire contending with the ground