The Gardener

Is this what you wanted-
existence without backlash?
An on and off button for guilt
or dying? I can pass swiftly
through you like cold wind,
like a pack of wolves and name
your grievances. I will not carry
them away for you. This world
was not made for the secret
darkness; it is as honest
as a flower mowed down by
the gardener.

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