Plant the words as seeds in me
or show where they go,
plot me, my empty well,
pour into me
I know how to grow.
I am listening with my body,
stretching my energy out
heat seeking rain driving clouds
another way, the unexpected conditions
are idyllic...
The thousands of times I've dug deep
soiled and toe knuckles white
barely holding on to your vortex-
pinned, I lay limp, naked and fruitful
before you
go, awaiting your thunderous appeal
to higher senses, save the lightening
for those needing epiphanies.
Plant me the identity
too vacuous and strange
to encourage, to make, to plan
words with acumen and divergence-
Yours, Condemned.
Image By Dlls publicdomaindedication.com (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
to encourage, to make, to plan
words with acumen and divergence-
Yours, Condemned.
Image By Dlls publicdomaindedication.com (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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