Loathing Lichen (edit 1)

[FindingJune]

Not ever-flowing  Over-flowing, perhaps?
like the eternal Tao,
our vigor prolapses I dig prolapse here, especially with the lines that follow. It’s vigor that doesn’t work for me.
into faint purple deltas,
decorating temples
like leaf veins in autumn. I pictured veins on the back of a hand that become more pronounced with age.
Budding zeal is dead-headed
as arbors grow congested.
Roots are tapped of vigor,
while the vegetation's neglected. I question vegetation here. The sounds and feel thus far are wonderful, vegetation broke the trance for me.
Broken stems commence weeping,
as they dribble after leaking
nitrogenous waste. I second that it gets a bit soggy here.

There's no comfort
in plump rose hips,
smooth silver beech limbs,
the apple blossom’s bosom
or aromatic herbal patches.
We endure the declining helix
from the crown of weeping willows
to the damp mossy hollows
where invertebrata wallow. LOVE! I’ve read this stanza aloud several times. “in plump rose hips, smooth silver beech limbs” Just delicious.