I need not permission
to resign from my physical self
I can sit under the oaks
and listen to their sense
Shadow and raze out my
earthly bane and exisence
the flowers protest against discovery
for their treatise are sooth
and i will lay here for eternity
with no ague or war
accept their word
I will harness myself
with leavy quilts
In this shining state of mental perfection
Nirvana, I am intrenchant
Sweet notes from ancient trees
and young fawn with flower
palter through wheat
and into my soul
we are all hand in hand
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC
I need not permission
to resign from my physical self
I can sit under the oaks
and listen to their sense
Shadow and raze out my
earthly bane and exisence
the flowers protest against discovery
for their treatise are sooth
and i will lay here for eternity
with no ague or war
accept their word
I will harness myself
with leavy quilts
In this shining state of mental perfection
Nirvana, I am intrenchant
Sweet notes from ancient trees
and young fawn with flower
palter through wheat
and into my soul
we are all hand in hand
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