everything is made of mind
I tell the green the dirt striated
pink and blush of apples on that
tree how are you not a pear
a patch of
lemon verbena
escape me
everything is made of mind the dna
the letters
cunningly arranged
like
science counting
sheep in one long
chant
serene creation mad
conjure
garden growing
watcher sidelines
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