the garden erupted like a release of steam
from the pressure building up in my veins
my fingers churning up the dust and horse shit
circles and shadows calculating behind my eyes as i type out my intent in the earth
and plunge their punnet squares deep into soil
until i finally stand up and pull-crack my rigid spine
blink and finally see the instantaneous flowering of life where there was once
only life's potential.
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