The garden is glowing this morning
with an alarmingly attractive light
the pulling in of you
by what is beautiful and laughs
and therefore only half
a glass of truth at a time
the impermanent part
by what is it pursued
princess by his own
hounds and torn
fire into water into airy
song the garden
is so bright tonight
I’ve brought my own darkness along.
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