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I left you in my garden, running from those withered and
infertile promises of blood roses past
and dreams of dreams that have given birth to dreams...
of things left bare and forgotten
before anyone had ever beared them.
I thought for a moment that the lost islands
were a place to call home,
but they told me very plainly that I wasn't their's, not yet anyway.
The ferns could curl in the way my toes did
when you asked me to keep talking.
Maybe that's why your ectoplasmic residue haunts my synaptic gaps.
Lay that honey suckle next to the void in my vortex.
You can't change who you are.
Only hope that the galaxy you collide with doesn't
completely obliterate your magnetic field.
Should the next cycle of samsara throw us into the sea of soul particles
doing the satellite dance around the sun,
second to the right, the tigerlilys know the one,
if you'd have it I'd sacrifice the nectar, and my photon.

Description
I left you in my garden, running from those withered and
infertile promises of blood roses past
and dreams of dreams that have given birth to dreams...
of things left bare and forgotten
before anyone had ever beared them.
I thought for a moment that the lost islands
were a place to call home,
but they told me very plainly that I wasn't their's, not yet anyway.
The ferns could curl in the way my toes did
when you asked me to keep talking.
Maybe that's why your ectoplasmic residue haunts my synaptic gaps.
Lay that honey suckle next to the void in my vortex.
You can't change who you are.
Only hope that the galaxy you collide with doesn't
completely obliterate your magnetic field.
Should the next cycle of samsara throw us into the sea of soul particles
doing the satellite dance around the sun,
second to the right, the tigerlilys know the one,
if you'd have it I'd sacrifice the nectar, and my photon.