In the night blooming garden where signatures crawl
into worm holes blossoming in the moldering corners
the moon creeps out awakening the lightning and the
orchids stand tall and bloom open their haunted eyes
take a walk in my garden on a full moon after midnight
to see what I've allowed to grow wild there are flowers
which no one has ever heard of before that would never
be permitted near a child sit down for a spell and beware
if you fall asleep the creeper vines may pull you
into their lair below where strange mushrooms
sprout and eerie patches of fungus grow
on elm trees and glow in the dark looking
like a crucifix death heads moth
Pay no heed to the movements in the shadows
so long as you stay on the path of my night
blooming garden but do pay respect
to the hallowed grounds that you walk on
for the measure of your worth may be pardoned
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