i should take
this pill
either or
neither one
or dream
where once trees
of long years were
raised, i have seen
cemeteries in their
place
we make room for
the dead. we make room
for the old. where
two lives tip
we've let one fall
softly
beneath the earth
sunken and whole
i picked from her
the seeds
of long years coming,
the sun children
who would one day
reach out as tall
as their gratitude
beneath them
the rotted earth
the musk and dirt
would lie those
forgotten and unknown
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