
grass seed reminds me of
the inevitability
of time
skipping through fields, dusty
and wheat filled
as I grow through the earthโs crust, learning
Iโm just enough
of the magic living inside the moonโs cusp
relating to me, another aspect
of the you
I see
it comes to me
while I lean into the garden of being
and transcend the pain Iโve been feeling
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