I've got a difference

I saw the rose rounded
around the curve of a character
I wondered what was behind its shadow,
seamless notions that I legislate
to truths I could dream anyways,
but I am burdened with a freedom of living
to understand the experience of beauty.
I've got a difference in between me and me.
The rose unfolded to a shower of revealed
inwardness when i was till gone,
so do I know that it would have had done so anyway
without me, and without itself.
I've got a difference I shouldn't have known.
And time rolls in on me like a wallowing comfort
I can get off and forget that things live in and out of me.
I've got a difference of burden inside of me and the rose.