Want to know solo?
Visualize a pebble in a garden.
A little pill surrounded by soil.
A seed without an embryo that
Spread miles of dry canals;
Bounced around in a stirring of spades,
Mixed among sedentary stalks of
Systems going into the tranquil light.

Chaos is day and night with the
Storm of steady sunlight.
Roses molt and die with time;
I stay planted in my garden,
Solid, round, adrift and buried...

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