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i'm walking through the garden
the path leads to a bench
and i can sense the faint image of someone here, someone here before me
what were they doing as they sat here?
i don't know
i'll never know
but i move on and now i see the treee
the tree
the tree
of knowledge and truth
i see it here
i see it
and it calls to me
i sit among its roots
and think
about the time that has passed
the time i've been alone
without sun
without sun
without life
the silver garden is the only place
where i can breathe fresh air
not this oxygen gas
the fresh air
i move on
the tree
i follow the string
i see the next rock
i see it
and i sit
again someone else has been here
a young person
a boy
a boy
a boy has been here
what is he doing
i don't know
i'll never know
but he was here
so now i move on from the rock
but before I go i see
i see
i see something in the shadows
it's a piece of paper
it says PLEH
the sound of
the sound of someone vomiting
oh well
i'll never know
i move on...