the seed is unensorcelled
but what does that translate to
for my old neighbor who runs
an auto repair out of his garage
unless you mean the pot
he raises in his basement
Guantanamos of the mind
great seeds like Weil and Woolf
crushed by their temperaments
struggling not to make
of the spirit an iron fist
or of the body another fake
who's never been kissed
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