strip down you bear fight
i don’t love you anymore
whatever gave you ascension
is gone now

area planes lowered our playing field
i can’t zip my bag up
fishline is loose and hanging
fishing in an empty sewer

whatever cosmic guards you have
they aren’t worth much
it’s useless
the sunshine, air and water

i can’t wait for your return
because the sun will have set
the moon will have dawned
and another plant will be stirring

where i once grew

Painting Courtesy of Jim Blake
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