Fallen by Whose Fault

What shall I call 
you of not yet 
whose petals are purple 
mountaintop wet 

Memory serves to capture the plan 
all that one ought 
not that we can 
changes of heart 
lock up the key 
apples I sought 
without the fee.

Heavenly wrangle 
carapace crossed 
captain of angles 
inorganic'ly tossed.