cocooned

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in your secret garden
you grow sunrises
with agarwood and juniper
thoughtless of the gloaming
outside your trellised Eden

in your secret garden
dreams come easy
and time is an afterthought
like rain on a summer's day
remembered in the fall

in your secret garden
places, names, faces
are watermarks of what once
were and what has become
you gather silk from moths

in your secret garden
east is north is south...is west

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