to grow a thyme
you look for that rhythmic signature while taking in the tantric ebb of all the patterns that twirl in an offering bridled to the sparkly whites bared lay ever the more the silver twinkles that find it within the tapping of the rain on the tin roof the way the shadow eights over its own pattern through the course of the year the same garden you look to see because you love life and you will fight for it it is night time the air over your thyme slowly drifts watch it beg the moist air it does it with a soft chant listen to it summon fog into the air do you see now the mist rising? the rain drops softly tap at your tin roof shadows still in eights fly day by day during the months you watch them go on by you notice them at night once you found something rhythmic to latch onto anchoring into some kind of bay like comfort is a wonderful thing especially when you are a campaigner plotting everything you know because it all goes to plan and it is totally worth it but now it is quiet and you have come home once again by the same old pattern you know takes itself on once the same rain hits your same little tin roof in comfort then i see you standing there naked i watch you get dressed it all seems so timeless always the same eights repeated twice but that is all ok is that not what we tell ourselves? i would think to myself that i love you that there is no time to say to get by quickly and remember yesterday like it had hope yet in the time we fly of all the kinds of herbs we grow in our grove-like little gardens where some break like sponges in crystal margins but then again i would love for you to take a look and see the little bit of thyme you planted over there you see it is growing still as you hoped it always will it is not at all so visceral enough until you have to go thyme to grow
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