for that familiar consumption tonight.
I'd been pardoned
to gaze at the garden
in an unfamiliar light.
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The patinæ of fears
or whatever traverses the mind;
the greaters, the lessers,
get lost in whatever
when in witness for a first time.
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I can shave my head,
a releasing of what I have feared.
But time is a warning;
seems every morning
I find need to contend with my beard.
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Beliefs uncontested
like any ideas or conceptions,
if merely devices
matter not if incisive,
are broken even from their inception.
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I am grateful at heart
if not in ritual devotion.
Would you know I care
if I said I get scared
when the hours stretch out like an ocean?
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