or is it that the root has a heart
I mean you have to bury
the root at its heart
the root has eyes
peering through the dirt
the root refuses the light
goes on eating death
mining deeper into the dark
hauling up the gem-like colors
of the soon-to-have-been flowers
at its root each heart
is its own species of flower
I can only imagine what the root must see
when up above it feels the blooming
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