When they wander
For those scribbles that escapade beyond my daydreams

There is a garden growing wild in the deep and fallow recesses of my mind ...
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Some of her seeds escape and scatter upon the page
Sometimes in words but often in geometric shapes--patterned or not
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Shapes that stupify time
Like a primordial hieroglyph,
Pausing eternity through signs of mystery

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Love the way this is worded x