Approaching summer solstice,
there's a flower to be faced.
The act of getting to the edge
is not for living on the edge.
Something isn't deconstructed
just to live within its rubble.
Seeing through the false
is not the seeing in itself.
The truth is not extreme,
nor desolate, nor cynical.
Breathe in that fragrance
of a spaciousness beyond
all narrative of space.
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