seedlings
ideas and emotions are seeds
longing to sprout
unfurling green to capture the sun
they might live for centuries
or be wrapped in fire
presented as gifts to the blackening sky
they might become medicine or poison
they might drink their fill or die of thirst
they might flourish in obscurity
or wither under the attention of millions
they might fill a forest like soldiers
marching in chaotic ranks to the coast
or stand isolated on the cliff edge
where no one sleeps in their branches
seeds neither know nor care for any of this
gravity tugs their roots
the sun summons leaves
the stalk joins earth to heaven
the seedling wants to grow
yet desires nothing
seeking light
without ever looking
its substance and soul
are one and the same
Mars Will Send No More 
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