I love it when life is orderly,
sealed in glass,
globed in water,
filtered, a little chlorine.
Roots checked. In pencil
drawn out thin reaching out to cold, curling back to cold.
Light that was gentle interrogates harsh,
warm soil stripped sterile,
secrets scattered.
Hands fidget with death:
out of order. Discarded to plastic.
Goodbye green limp
decay from the white word
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Excellent. Also with my editor’s hat on… it’s time I think that you started to address punctuation and the use of capital and lower-case letters. I take the view that the end of a line is a natural break, and so I don’t use any punctuation there, a comma or a full stop. I only use them to make something clear. The main thing is to be consistent. There are two ways to look at using capitals. Either begin all lines with a capital letter OR use them naturally, as and when a sentence ends. Again, consistency is key.