Poem Two: Roots

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Will you sing my song

when I am forgotten?

This is the killing time.

The lighting of the lamps.

Warfare of flowers

as the root takes hold.

Earth as my witness.

This is the killing time.

The lighting of the lamps.

The earth and root leaf

unfold in the strategy

of war.  Light the lamps.

This is the easiest time

to get out of a me-first relationship.

Light the lamps.

This is the killing time.

Strategy of warfare,

flower, root

reaching for root,  

all of us reaching, 

who is it we are reaching for?

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