You and your you-ness it ruffles me so!
Gets churning and lurking and yanks at
My so often and persistent, the “ doing “
Is getting my best my brave my energies
Starred stared nor scared yet often with a
Doubt or four, I plug into those sources so
Visible to me round me , they I myself so
Actively surround in notions, their motions,
Our potions with man woman child peops us
Our portents our contents our inner beings so
They constant, are now bombarded, and so we
All must protection round us throw up at the
Stir of an attack that insidious as that will not
Ever announce its presence, and on top of all
That I garden I earth-hold-dig-into-my-hands
To nurture to pure natural narrative recover and
You, you and your “ you-ness “ on and over me
Does it’s spell it’s presence it’s very being so in
Me dig deep, a narcotic of sorts, for many the best,
Love is mixed in, needing, wanting and abandoning
All restraints all “ stops “, allowing life, IT just to
Happen, as sometimes our thoughts and feelings, fears,
They allb” grow out of hand “, so we must let life
In and not lock our doors and bar our windows so
Tight, we need to live, we need to mulch more than
Our yards as to grow we must in all earnest-y set
Ourselves free to mulch so thickly richly all we are!
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