If I hadn't noticed the smoke in the trees
The breeze that is you, I believe as you breathe
Clarity comes in the moment you'll see...
The will is to be, the trees and their seeds
The treasure buried in the dust that is me
Born as a thought that is conceived
The me, as in I, prepares to greet
As the eyes meet
We're beyond a reckoning
Time to prepare for our feasts
When push comes to pull and I shove away all desire
To dig and uproot what's beneath this bloom foreboding
Don't tell me you are what I am, So choke on those
Words that give birth to what could have been
Subdued, unbound, a debt to chase, the snake
Mistakes spring forth and light disappears to the night monster
Helpmate, sealed fate, checkmate undone, now breathe in
Blow out this timeless trick candle
Celebrate this missing piece in me
That is You lead, guide me
Teach me why I don't question this fog that lifts
Here I sit in the middle of this, your garden
Unguarded by the guardians
So Avant-garde
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