THE SEEDS WITHIN ME
The seeds within me
formed my shape
and sorrows
long before I knew them.
Like some inevitable
punishment I'm
blind to
they cause predictions
to be true
and disasters to be
just right.
They stopped me
climbing in the fields
and falling on the
slopes that
framed the lake.
They made me like a
fallen tree whose
rings can be counted
and whose memory
can be read.
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