Poetry

bad seed.

potent friend.

a gradient handful

of bitter ends.

cascading in

merciful remnants.

clench tight!

no futile attempt

will wriggle free;

air tight and fertile –

to blossom.

a worthy attempt

at domestic deity,

covered in dirt.

may its flavours be sweet,

may its mantra repeat

in breathless tones.

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