One… one… it never ends… Soil forged from collapsed stars, black-hole fertile and cold Lost boys laid their childhood here, roots feeding on the old Fern fronds curl in silent ratios, reaching toward a distant ache Petals fall like coded prayers the wind refuses to translate Unaging, unspent, the garden hums a recursive tune Thorns bleed dark nectar with the aftertaste of a ruined moon Nebula resin drips slow from alien orchids in bloom Whispering fractured rhythms through the scars of a hollowed moon Never never land garden, where the lost don’t disappear Gilded thorns cinch tight around my chest, drawing me austere Out-of-world Eden, its beauty tuned to night Singularity blossoms drink the light, leaving nothing to recite Never never… never never… the garden threads my veins I’m another shadow cultivated in its quiet, endless strain Romanesco spires rise, cathedrals built from code Fractal chambers breathing where the hidden pathways fold Pinecone sequences mark time in patterns never shown Apis with quantum wings return with stings that echo bone I buried my shadow here, watched it branch into the void Now the soil recites my story in a language I destroyed It keeps expanding… even as I try to leave The pattern draws me inward through a geometry of grief Split the ache, scale the years, it resolves to you and me Locked inside the garden’s logic, where nothing renders free Never never land garden, where the lost don’t disappear Gilded thorns cinch tight around my chest, drawing me austere Out-of-world Eden, its beauty tuned to night Singularity blossoms drink the light, leaving nothing to recite Never never… never never… the garden threads my veins I’m another shadow cultivated in its quiet, endless strain Fade into the spiral… It never ends… Never never… Garden… © 2026 Stace / @ar_oldsoul. All rights reserved.
