Silken threads holdtight, sticky lies, promisedforevers, extremesdesigned to die, sigh.Round seeds, sharp edgesTextured mirage, hybridized bait beckons,“plant me!” (wrong zone) “plant me!” (no germ, no growth.) Silken threads holdseasoned seeds of promise;to stay, hibernate,safe in winter dreams —or fly with zephyrstraverse oceans, deserts, to parts unknown.To alight, be consumed, dispersed — to grow. What the…