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Gaia forged the sickle
The valley reddens and in my chest
something halters
Do you fear death? To be or
to
(describe what you think it might feel like to die)
in the soft flesh of your hunger
The farmers have been planting
(planting what?)
all summer along rivers, by
(planting where?)
near
(planting where?)
in handmade beds, through the smog across the city
Even with the world ending, I eat from
(eat from what?)
I pray for
(pray for what?)
I live, I live, I live
Survival is sublime
your will and the ego in throes
anguishing sea / foaming aphrodite
glaciers ago
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