That they’re fixed in beauty
and cannot think
or change a lot
or those in desire fixed
aroused (but) not (yet) wakened
How gold feels inside
not what we’ve turned it into
a joy that is a residue
of pleasure or a pleasure
that is a reservoir of joy
The extinction of certain feelings
mirrored in species decline
for which we must create
internal gardens
forests that live inside.
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