Poetry
The world is a utopia.
You are walking in eden and everything is a garden
The stock serpents are never asleep,
A compassion currency is inherently
deeper.
It’s a mossy knoll - hoist yourself up from the soil,
the only fires that burn
Inside, is the passion
When we come together
And live from the deadfall.
August 2023
The mossy knoll
poetry
2023