I woke up loving her today
After long black acidic mornings,
That burdened stillness broke
Now, I sense the first crack started a few days ago
Must’ve been alongside the propagating
rosemary sprig’s first words
How do I sense?
There is way more of me
And even way less of me
All at onceSo, even back then,
She was alive—and moving—among the roots
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