let not us be a currency of fixed value
there is no such thing
even a coin or
a stamp
you must have known by now
what nature is, what we are, and
where we are going?
reeds on the marsh
lilies floating on the river
a flower that one day lives
and then tomorrow dies...
on the other hand
are the seeds and cuttings and
grafts...
tight lipped buds still wanting to speak
listen!
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