Planting

seeing myself as an observer through objectification

does the subjective suffering of self

make sense?

From futile factors of fate is there any recompense?

flirting with fire I invited an incarnation of unsatiation

and developed a disastrous desire demon with a dominating drive

contriving conniving and constricting my consciousness

like a kudsu vine

as an attentive gardener I rip out the

garrolous gnawing of greedy needs

and plant new seeds...