Gardens
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Renate and David feel compelled to venture deeper into the cave. The spiral, hand-carved staircase gives them time to remember how their journey began with the Monks in their garden of the roses.
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My Love is a Rusty Old Backhoe Dirt polished fingers of steel Dig deep in your velvet softness Scream to me how it feels Ice sky tinges your mounds Pulling furrows in straight lines Push deeper in furtive ground I pour my intention in your furrows Build storm walls in your newly plowed mind Weep…
Hyperion Sky 