that's when i first noticed the way it feels;
the iris of my mind's eye, parading from the sky.
the answer lies within, you once showed me.
must i ask the question? must i ask the question,
and risk unfolding?
my inward journey left me high,
and as i plummet, i don't ask why.
find my bones lying about,
in the garden you always wanted.
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