Andrei: Zis seems more like a prose description zan a poem.
Soo: Why can't science can't be poetic?
Ellesha: It is if you look deeply . . .
Philyra: I suppose you could say bombs are poetic, too. But that doesn't mean they should exist.
Ellesha: Well, hatred and insanity have their own poetry. It's not the poetry I favor, but it has a distinctive flavor.
Philyra: You really don't have a moral spine, do you?
Ellesha: Don't you see? What is music without dissonance? What is light without darkness? All your smug moral certitudes have their counter-weights, which also have validity in some time & place.
Watercress / Cresson / Berro / Brunnenkresse - an art work by T Newfields

Watercress



Seeds:   Ovular pellets 
         with bifurcated ivory kernels inside

Roots:   Thin, fibrous whiskers 
         preferring shallow streams 
          Plentiful, though hardly deep

Stems:   Upright green bundles of cellulose
         aspiring towards upward mobility

Leaves:  Asymmetrical effusions of green
         morphing into compound lances
         Faintly peppery in taste

Flowers: Tiny snowflakes appearing each spring
         barely managing to keep their heads above water
         Clustered in stems

Fruit:   Thin cylindrical pods
         containing myriads of seeds 
         Roughly like string-beans
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