I see what I’ve done
is recreate the garden
of my childhood but
in the opposite climate
I pretended to be a gardener
but kept my day job
pretending to be a bestower
of permission for things
that have already happened
I saw that if there is all
this beauty on the surface
at the center there must be
a roaring fire of destruction
which to respond to
I could only think of childhood
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