I have a small patch of land
with some grass, a little pond,
flower beds full of plants
the world chose
in the key of chaos
I can sit in it
while madness swirls
and clamps down
and can find
a jot of peace
But I know others can’t,
so I will hold my knee from jerking
while we all figure out
a better way to be
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
I have a small patch of land
with some grass, a little pond,
flower beds full of plants
the world chose
in the key of chaos
I can sit in it
while madness swirls
and clamps down
and can find
a jot of peace
But I know others can’t,
so I will hold my knee from jerking
while we all figure out
a better way to be
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