Been plugging sad floods since '16, Like the Dutch boy at the leaking dam, Wanting all the while to top the hedge, See if I remember the stormy lake right. Been staring at the stars again, Trying to, you know, see them. Wanting to dismiss the paltry glow Of the anxiety machine in pocket. Now it's the cusp of Christmas again. I remember the gingerbread man in the tree, And how simple it was to admit the word of life: Delight, delight, delight. Okay, block the water for me while I look. Give me a second to dry the teary hand and peak. There's no stormy lake above the knoll, but pasture! My friends have been looking for me. Been preventing a catastrophe that never came, Like a man who ran from the beast he never saw. How many years we waste! But no time. Repeat: Delight, delight, delight.
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Such a provocative image! I'm glad you dared to risk a peek over the hedge and discovered freedom.