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I was a gardener.
I made art, then didn't.
I built churches, then didn't.
My habit is to leave and
come back.
To learn and forget.
Watching plants grow,
my new religion.
All honor and glory is yours.
I am a capricious priest.
I am not a poet.
Fat slatherings of extraneous
words, vague and gaseous.
Build it of masonry.
Post and beam.
Stonehenge worthy
totemic construct.
Spare me Versailles.
I made art, then didn't.
I built churches, then didn't.
My habit is to leave and
come back.
To learn and forget.
Watching plants grow,
my new religion.
All honor and glory is yours.
I am a capricious priest.
I am not a poet.
Fat slatherings of extraneous
words, vague and gaseous.
Build it of masonry.
Post and beam.
Stonehenge worthy
totemic construct.
Spare me Versailles.
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there's a tapestry spilling from my fingers
and an ocean pooling at my toes
because of this odyssey in my throat
suddenly breaking through my lungs
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there's a whole in your heart
that i'll dig my way into,
twist myself around to fill your gaps and
tangle in all your crevices
until i can make you whole
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"Be my queen", he said.
And without waiting for a response, he chained her to the throne.
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Thank you so much! I was in a mood..... I get that way occasionally...