Progressive, Once

Coldwood floor
Pretensive pillow
I rested from
Digging in my attic

Uncovered flowers
At least seeds, dried
Once bloomed scent
Peppermint and cloves

Neon tears pool
Bathing dirty steps
Although dirt = dirt
Layered stains harden

Swallowing the seeds
I wish for one second
To unplug present tense
And live in my attic