don’t overturn the turnip cart

emotional stability
a suture bridging
kaleidoscopic
catastrophes
and a meandering
sense of selfless
undulating regrets

i walk through this garden
a weed amongst the flowers
a thorny disruption
in the petals of sweet
serendipitous regalia

an unlit molotov
teetering
another roundabout
for the unruly
mob of subversives
with chattering
ivory fangs

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