Replanted

I dwell in a hallway of beautiful things
The doorways behind me are folded in rings
The paper remembers the mind as it brings
forth a garden garage where the memory sings

Alight with the dawning of day, you declare
Combusting the stench of the dust of despair
No interest you charge on the trust you repaired
Your wages are more than fair

These gauntleted hands, thy sinister,
Dex
Dislodge from the garden a bundle of necks
Unharvested seasons, un-stiffened, un-flexed
And chewed up by the insects

“A shame,” you intone with the vertebrae canted,
“Intention, alone, is slightly enchanted.”
“What I meant to be bent, I have already granted.”
I glance from the soil, now furrowed and planted

“Again?” you inquire, with pressings of grace
A trace of a smile on your wizardly face
You close up the window of wandering space
And water and beckon I flourish, apace