When He wasn't looking,
The dull flower flourished.
It took some time,
She lived a life,
Got fat,
Forgot everything,
And then remembered again.

He turned his face away,
Because the light was fluorescent,
And the dark, grey. 
She became just another middled aged woman,
In the torpid estate.

He detested these creatures,
Made from pebbles and sand.
He only raised an eyebrow,
When the diamonds came out of the land.

But even the diamonds weren't shining,
And the meditations were weakening.
The eyes were turning into themselves, 
And water escaped through them.

It was His fault,
He took it away by giving too much.
And they thirst too much,
Accepting crumbs instead of waiting for bread.

Inevitably, she has a trick,
A wheel turning back to itself.
She manifests a nuance,
And, surprise, she is new again.

The Master stirs and is won again,
No props were used to sink the ship.
Back into the water they fall,
Into each other they exist.