this is fucking awesome!
it's heavy

i really like how you ended it... the second last stanza tied the first half of the poem together (both prophets and idea of garden/dirt) and then "comes and comes" seems a clever play (cums and cums? but breaking and busting down??) breaking and busting also being a wicked way to end the poem

my only critique: "forced myself back into the room" i feel is a little akward (and damn. maybe i can't even spell that...). i understand it... you just kind of said you're locked out... but i don't know like there's a jump from diggin to forcing... but you don't say that could find the key... but it's what that stands for that i want i guess. i don't know. it feels like it's missing something. i can't get this thought out properly

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There are three mirrors in my apartment. If I broke them all, would I still be here? -- Elizabeth Brewster

another astonishing peice

like candy to children

and this tastes like one of the sour candies we children constantly torment ourselves with.

but oh-so-good.

Makes me think of the garden where thoughts the ring the gong of truth grow, but instead of being a gardener or a light headed sensual thing of nothing but the moment, you are an architect and a sculpture who will slice and hammer the trees until you make sense to them and they change their minds and facts change their wild ways and directions of the fates turn to fit the road you are building.
You'll find your truths,
or make them.

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"You call a tree a tree and you think nothing more of the word. But it was not a 'tree' until someone gave it that name. You call a star a star, and say it is just a ball of matter moving on a mathematical course. But that is merely how you see it."

You won't wait for the trees to make sense to you, or to understand them - they wait to understand you.

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"You call a tree a tree and you think nothing more of the word. But it was not a 'tree' until someone gave it that name. You call a star a star, and say it is just a ball of matter moving on a mathematical course. But that is merely how you see it."

I sense a distinct note of sarcasm in this madhadder

Mayhap.

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"You call a tree a tree and you think nothing more of the word. But it was not a 'tree' until someone gave it that name. You call a star a star, and say it is just a ball of matter moving on a mathematical course. But that is merely how you see it."

noncommittal huh?

What, are you stalking me?

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"You call a tree a tree and you think nothing more of the word. But it was not a 'tree' until someone gave it that name. You call a star a star, and say it is just a ball of matter moving on a mathematical course. But that is merely how you see it."