dear stone garden: you smell of magnolia
damiana, sweet orange and rose

yesterday he built me a country
where he stretched his long shadow and
i laid flat where i could sleep
(there may be mud on the carpet tonight)

i lazy the bed to question my ego
i throw love when loyalty undoes me
press ancient truth into my palm like fortune
for the future i know i begin

i say to the dark, look
everything is shifting into something else
of river’s fate and human time
as every earth goes round his moon

dear stone garden: he’s a night possessor
but life is just souls changing clothes
the carpet will have mud tonight because
there is a nightingale in my heart

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