Perhaps there is no elephant
No deeper truth
No sacred whole
No big picture
No forest, only trees
Wisdom an illusion
No belly and no whale
This freedom a delusion
You are a trickling stream
Tricking itself as if in dreams
That your flow will never cease
You are the new waters
Replaced endlessly
Ignoring rushing rivers
Shunning waterfalls
A dying, rising, god
Perhaps it's all just elements
Atoms and the void
No visions disseminated
Nothing to be revealed
Broken narratives
Voices sting like thorns
Fuzz out on the edges
Wind out on the dunes
A cyclical reminder
Left holding the bomb
A box office once assured
With hidden trauma, sold
Don't get caught in tradition
Trapped in clockwork gardens
When the fruit you've yet to eat
Might just make you see
An odd scene
Eden without man
But with all things considered
Maybe that's for the best
Perhaps there is no astronaut
I'm just here displaced
Waiting for the moon to turn
So she can't see my face
Rejecting secret knowledge
For only sky above
And stronger Cosmic stomachs
For one taste of your love
No fires, only rain
No flowers, only bees
It's a living being waters
But it ain't easy as a word
Clockwork Gardens
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