The Gate from Clover by Matted Grass

whisper to the gate: “release me”.
i beseech the plants: “teach me”.

iron cold on my lips,
my touch is ghost light.
nerves thread through black earth
and moonlight hurts my eyes.

i know why i’m here but i can’t think right.
something to do with someone from the other side.
i know why i’m here
where the damp soil sighs,
something to do with someone, but everyone’s outside.

smartweed and peppermint conceal me.
god has its eyes shut.
satan’s busy.

i forgive you
until i think back.
i forgive myself
as long as my mind’s all
black.

the garden is still
but my languid eyes slide over the silver leaves
in the windless night.
i know why i’m here but i can’t think right.
something to do with someone from the other side.

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