“You Ain’t Loosing Your Mind, You’re Just In The Garden.” GNR

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O.T. Catalyst Coop…

 

My garden gives me pleasure

from its filth then to its leisure.

My garden gives me hope

when division rings around the pope.

My garden keeps me busy

in a fallacy weeded tizzy.

Thus my garden is also distraction

else I’d O.D. on relentless satisfaction.

Joy to world, my garden is sung

its solitude perfectly suits me

its quiet bites my tongue.

Tabula Rasa was my garden

now is glows and begs your pardon.

My other garden also gives me food

but that is not the garden of today’s mood.

The garden that I speak of here

is found only in my head.

It’s a garden of complete freedom

it’s the garden where worms shed.

Let outer light shine into thy darkness

via knowledge from the dead.

The garden that I speak of

is golden after lead.

The gnosis that I speak of…

is where I choose tread.

 

“If you’re lost no one can show you.” The Garden GNR

 

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