Tell the truth fast
The way puddles reflect the sky
Upside down twice divided by horizon
No pause between thighs
Mulch on half the garden
What am I growing in the space between
My concrete and my clouds
An abyss very sensitive
I only want a special entry
One that is grown and farmed
Coveted harvested planned for
Yearned up out of soil and groomed
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