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Seat your seeds within
insipid barren talus.
Rocks are cold history --
no use to me
but foundation, substrate, implement.
With fiber we'll weave
shadows, timbres, gestures.
Dont focus on a forest;
grow the garden first.
The world�s wastelands
need not bleed at your hand,
not sneer for solid geology.
Passed light is lost and
tomorrow soon is terminal;
heed not the fear of weather.
Thought leadens
as men forget
that labor happens to us all.