Overnight where I slept
I felt the chill of eternity
Sweep through the years of this body
And my brain was only an experience
It wasn’t real if real things last
The love I had I gave to the Earth
To her children and the soil
Where I grew a garden in my mind
There was no love there
Just the thrill of a destiny
Broken and churned like
The pangs of creation gone un-nurtured
Sleep was like that in mortality
A kind of escape from the anxiety
Of living and not knowing how to
Create destiny with mere tools
And hope out of loneliness.
Wuji Seshat 
“Where I grew a garden in my mind” – this is a beautiful line, Wuji. 🙂