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[sonicsatellite]

i've cultivated my garden
about as good as anyone i think.
well, maybe not candide. but
voltaire's dead now.
and so are the many before him.
now it's my turn.
they've left their equipment.
rusted and worn
but it's mine now.
and i'm not the best gardener.
and sometimes i forget to water.
and sometimes green turns to yellow.
but most times i keep it neat.
and my garden's about as good as anyone's.
and you sprout up.
unannounced.
right in between the daisies and
the bird of paradise.
and i can't explain it but
i don't reach for my tools.
i don't pull you out.
because it's beautiful how you can just destroy
everything i've made before now
with such ease.
so i grab the watering can.
introduce the two of you.
and wait.
to become overgrown.
dig your roots in, baby.
because
this
is
your garden
now.