seeded

if you just hold on ill make you go and come into you own,

or into me, my sphere, my life, where wild seeds are sown,

move the earth, uproot the old and feel the pulsing new,

watching colors and silk and strength where only weeds once grew.

feel the liquid, sweet and wet, drink from it and feel,

soft moist petals, quaking earth, pure and hard and real.

baring all, raw and true, i lay and plant my seeds,

deep and firm, so there may come, a flower among the weeds.

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