A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Tree Song
I’m dying to arrive
In the place I’ve been promised
An abstraction of the necessary needs of the flower
Minus the sunlight, but rich with fresh water
I can generate my own sugar like a
Real survivor
Just the way you left me
Roots creeping into the nothing beneath as I am
Submerged below the concept of depth.
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