part of the problem
is, I never grew down
grew up, of course
but never deep into dirt
fingers caressing worms
see what I yearned
cross the bridges I burned
the sum total of all the worlds that turn
the endless river to the ocean
the seed of a world-configuring notion
pleads solemn for a place to take root
in my miniscule imagination
I have stumbled down the cavern to truth
opened my tiny heart to you
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