I spy the past limping
Winding through the future trees
It keeps coming back
Showing up in the oddest places
Today I found a seed in my pocket
A tiny brown planet
Worn down by too many nights
Spun far out of its orbit
All these years keeping
A consciousness of me
I felt it held me in its grip
Longing to be planted somewhere
As soon as I would find it
How much time we'd wasted
Hurrying toward the ground
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