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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