| Mind like a flower, a flower falling
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| A candle in the basement
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| Nothing is real, but there is a spring inside
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| Waves breaking still reflect the moon
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| I erase myself and songs echo
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| Mind is an ocean
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| Thoughts are its waves breaking
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| Awake at dawn, thoughts unformed
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| (before I remember where I am)
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| The clear universe is shown
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| A spring opens up
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| Mind like a flower falling blooming only to be blown
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| Borne across the sky unknown
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| Living life as if it’s not a passing animal dream, a poem
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| A brief shelter seen as home
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| Mind like a falling flower like a wide ocean
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| Reflecting whatever on its dark waves
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| In rows, unclear, unending thoughts
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| Distorting the only moon the light from nowhere
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| Beneath all this, the liquid stone
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| Beneath the fountains and the road
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| All solid things I’m shown
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| A pool of placid water pours in the windows
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| And nothing is impermeable
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| The basement’s flooded
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| The walls are groaning in the wind
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| I leap beyond all this into the water at night
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| The spring keeps opening wide |