Here’s another centerpiece to explain how flowers are cut in plurals of progression. 
 
Iconoclasts count on progressions in a series, along with any allure of falling fortunes (they did).   
From the center literally nothing granted as good as your word.  
Then it’s a poem.  
 
Months later, fine timing  
Since you waited to listen, not empower others.   
 
Now everything belongs hiding in plain sight, living unhinged, no limits. A fact, also  
a point... an ornamental one; our brain / body fiber pierced day, night, point b...