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Garden
stumbling over garden
filled with dilapidated daisies
into a web of subconscious
emotional beating
pleasure fleeting
as the petals fly
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twirling in your own neglection
neglection of self
tending to the other flowers
forgetting your own health
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shifting sunhats
to cover up your eyes
woven in same subconscious
delayed response; washed out by light
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Honey bees kissing flowers
You swat them as they speak
Off to steal their livelihood
Just to sweeten up your tea
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stumbled over garden
filled with tiny weeds
into a field of subconscious
"all these weeds look like me"
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and the familiarity is leaving
as the fall takes sight
a stain of subconscious
an existence lurking in the freckle in your eye
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Posies leaking from your pocket
Flowers stay here to die
a garden of subconscious
a perennial spite
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a drought of subconscious
weeds don’t know how to die
