Pause & inhale the garden’s rot
The roots twist tighter, coiled in your chest
A pulsating pit where shadows nest

You do know, don’t you? People are imaginary
Hollow mirages, flitting in your skull’s pits

Pluck out your eyes, sockets raw & clean
Only then will you unsee what it means

Gaze into that plush, velvet dark
Where the answers flicker like drifting sparks
They’re whispering nothing
They’re everything you lack