until all of…

until
all of the grass assigned to me
has grown fertile by my debris
i know, to a beautiful degree
this glow on a smorgasbord
of wishes and lost time
needs time,
and a sigh of relief
means a leaf still needs me.
until
a larva rejects its
butter but flies by my decree.
faith that leaps 8 feet
and jars that reveal secrets.
until
we till the grass, move the debris
seek for time,
unhide secrets,
refuse to fly,
a sigh of relief
may still mean a leaf needs me.

LARDO & Əĺļə