In absolute randomness
I live;
Then leave my body
With ochre yellow stains
On my shirt sleeve
From the clay that I molded at random
From the red of the hibiscus that I plucked at random
And I was punished for cutting short
The life of the flower that had its own dreams and aspirations
Of living through youth
Of wilting and reaching its final destination
In its own time
And not at random.