I can't ignore his sympathy As much as I try to disengage It's there, lingering like a soft breeze intended to comfort, And yet I cling to jasmine and Jacobs cabbage, Hoping he doesn't notice I've fallen again, Tumbled deep below The cavern of isolation Rescued only by the wonky way She looks when the sun shines directly on her eye. I try to hold heat and calm together But she dozes softly in the rain So I capture some freedom Take rest in the cabin Arrange wooden baskets, filled with raspberries and red Russians Make peace with the glaring sun Put my feet up for once. Beyond the assembly he lopes behind Quite happy to go by the name Frederick Though its his bones wombling nimbly beneath that thick skin he's gathered That get me, all fixed. Neatly in danger of collapse Any day it could happen. Not so fast now. One knows It's the theory of everything For one grows so subtly In the waking light, But it's when we sleep. Oh when we rest that true honest sprouts From the trails of thoughts Beneath that meat suit Brims another explosion Just another plant to release.
Dried Marsh Mellow
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