A flower blooms, its petals unfold
Meaning slips, like pollen gold
Différance whispers, a gentle breeze
Signifiers dance, meanings freeze
In the garden of signs, it’s hard to define
The flower’s essence, forever left behind
As language reaches, it slips away
A différance of petals, each day
The flower’s identity, a fleeting thought
A moment’s beauty, forever caught
In the web of différance, it’s lost and found
A fragile bloom, meanings unbound

/// Poem composed by Meta AI