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Aug 2015
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He watered his garden

Where once bright flowers grew

Unto the sun

//

( he kept the faith )



someday

He may realize

That he must also fertilize the

Depleted soil

//

Someday

He may realize

That he must till

And cultivate the soil

( the soul )

//

And that he must choose carefully

What might grow best here

//

and that he must acquire

Good seed

And  plant them properly

and care for them

And nurture them

||

But not today

::

Not around here

//

here we just

Hope

And hope that hope itself will be sufficient



and that no effort will be necessary


And that no wisdom or knowledge

Will be required of us

••

Not today

Not around here

//

Here

We just cut ourselves

And watch our blood drip into the soil

And hope

That by this sacrifice

The gods will be appeased

And will cause our souls to blossom

Like a real garden

Of the soul

//

Like a real
Garden

Of real
People
Written by
jeffrey robin
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