of the specimens, dullened to be transcendental

 
.[spotted one by one the potential suitables for ‘dead’ly showcasing, one (un)fortunate dusk. and they were…]
 
fading pastel peach  
of this drooping bulletwood  
budbloom  
reminiscing  
its sun-gaze days  
 
fallen magenta-ish  
senescence  
of the corner planted  
hardy shrub’s  
basal sprawled leaf  
curling  
in withdrawals  
 
ironic to their names and origins and preceding existence  
 
[added some more near-similarities lately, fractured twig  
fragilities in stampede, spritely fanta-ish yet suicidal  
petallic shields prematuredly detaching off, etc, etc.,]
 
these made it there  
‘collectibles’  
in the herbarium:  
made mummified dehydrates  
drying dying dead  souls  
 
might they be  
from a lacklustrous time    
a clouded extradark dusk  
or the thoroughly neglected  
geriatric shedoffs  
in striking xanthous hues  
 
those  
making absolutely no difference  
either to the bulged bumblebees  
in their heady pollen loads  
or the unpredictable  
vagabond winds  
 
in page-compressed burial with each specimen  
were the obvious questions of lost reasons  
as well as their once-breathing  
instinctive needs  
 
that all got numbed  
well before  
spreading sparsely from their core
only shrivelling faster  
detracted from their own margins  
more because of outer worlds  
pulled back  
to its humble origins  
 
liberating from  
desires of the ‘alien’ unknowns  
those envelopes fatally  
had remained just theories: nuances  
of relationship intricacies  
in complex sexual tangles    
with delightful teaser tactics  
of advancing formulae  
rolling out naked  
in entwined acrobatics..  
ahh, the wasted love-bond  
extensions  
never got coupled  
until anytime  
 
what if they were in their senses?  
they would have  
infuriatingly  
denounced even faster  
of what was garnered: dreamt uniting entities    
been tired of scribbling voluminous scripts  
in metaphorized cryptics  
 
hard-pressed truths  
remained surprisingly visual  
of their lucidly branched  
abstractive winglets  
from constricted veins  
 
whose depths  
were still impossibly impossible  
to be reckoned  
 
the such meddled  
crosssectioning explorations  
broke out of hands  
a puff of dustful airs  
  
dissolving homogeneous  
with unknowns  
 
bigger nothings  
of the unitary  
everything: weren’t  
in traceabilities  
of their many  
singularity  
 
but got  
elucidated  
to be selflessly  
freeformed  
‘mingularities’  
of a type