Clockwork Gardens

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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