In Bloom

I drink the stars,
inhale the moon,
surrender my soul, and
inherit the sun.

I begin
to feed my disease
and feel my
inner sanctuary

as I am left
to ponder
at the Great
Western Gate

                                                                        the meaning of
                                                                        the vision of
                                                                        the yellow flower
                                                                        wilting in bloom.

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