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Roots

Dreaming of what’s buried
of what’s still to come
of where they travel in the night
of what might be passed on.
If only I can hold onto something
fleshy, the root of the matter
or beauty’s dark source.
I don’t know why, just that
I want to hold everything
in my hands.

published 2001

publisher Seraphim Editions

category Taking Root

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