i wish
someone by seed, how
I found a little seed in my pocket. If I grow it, I wonder what it will be. It seems like a bark of mahogany, polished, washed in from the sunny outreach of the starry sea. I’ve carried it everywhere. I simply forgot it was there. So it what. Sow it in water, sow in what soil remains to us, sew it in the hems of my garment that I’m not fit yet to kiss. Climb out of the comfort and sloth of my couch where you tubers in muddy channels spend all the day and fling out onto the hemless endless air the seed I throw away.
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