if the organs look like flowers, why not think
of loveglands as gladiolas, calendulas, orchids,
daffodils, or campanulas, an unknown type
of flower that feeds on human blood; it
grows in the utmost darkness and stabilizes
permanently once it has fully developed;
often, when a flower petal falls, the wind
disseminates its aroma and due to a complex
exchange of fluids that takes place at levels
beyond the gland’s comprehension, by chance
or miraculously, a minute gland appears which
will release itself from the field of influence;
this is how glands perpetuate themselves;
although no one has ever seen a cluster of
glands, their scent has driven mad even those
who barely intuit their existence; like some
beings of dreamlike shapes that trudge across
the icy depths of the ocean and are suddenly
lit up by an underwater lab, the glands will
be surprised by the arrival of the subhuman
device searching for them; gland after gland
after gland, they will form a unique species of
sea anemones; a new type of flora and fauna
that cannot be perceived by the senses but
instead by the random convergence of
what has been and what will be