i assured myself
oh, my, this, is, just,
a hobby,
a diversion, a surplusage
of my existence,
nothing hurts, nothing glorious,
just a passage, from this
to that, in and out,
above and below, for as you
know,
the leaves touch the sky
unless your roots
touch the
deep blue sea and the
mama of all magma...for the greater
the height,
too must the roots be deeper
as you know.
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