The Garden Grows

the art of surrender

swimming in my eyes

is vibrant.

seaside evenings my breath drowned

i imagined eating the sun as it burnt my

shoulders.

this whole illusion offered safety

every lie catches up eventually.

grieving over the false identity I built

to believe I was a self.

grieving myself.

not many grooves carved into my

mind

millions of canyons &

tunnels instead

and so it's not sad in seriousness

just catching myself forming reality

believing it was actual

wasnt simply a figment of my imagination

they tell enlightenment is bliss because it's death

death is too crazily easy… this is odd.

i skip upon the soil

surrounding, surrender now.