Out before 7
Skin soaked in the day's light
A single log I hope to sit on
In a tiny plot
Of my thinking space
Cannot hold my mass
Yet I walk
Stones beneathe my feet
Suppress
Yet I press
Give me heat
Meditation Garden
Updated: Feb 12, 2024
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Humanitect
I hope that one day I'll be a beautiful story you'll choose to read at any time, a book you'll always hold, of delicate pages you'll gently trace and never fold
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