Growing Apart Together

Seeds dive deep in sun-dried daydreams,
wizened, dried and decried, so it seems:
coprophagy, congenial esophageal prophecy.

Names percuss through lithesome fever
from wrinkled corners of mouths of believers:
litigation, loquacious libations of receivers.

Wisdom's the fear of death without the elusion.
Death's an illusion sown by proud confusion.
I think it's cute that together we live in seclusion.