I feel something rotten,
yet it's registered as a fragrance.
Flying colors & dull lives,
which is the stream I seek?
May it move me.
May I listen.
Inside the garden &
outside the cave.
Hold on to the thing
that only life can bring.
Be aware, be aware
of the moments between
and then flee.

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