soilwork

a single colorless seed sinks through earthen topsoil - darkest confinement of life i sprout from thick bedsheets headfirst stretch forth pale newborn limbs reach toward luminate sun-mother magnified traverses thick-glassed translucent pane photosynthesize my meekest hide morning.

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  Gagiikwe
  January 25, 2008
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  interesting language and metaphor

  Now that you've sprouted, I hope you grow and produce good fruit in your file, now that you are ancient 19.
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    Papyrus
    January 25, 2008
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    old, yes...but not wise

    indeed, 19 is quite ancient. haha. half-way to 38, then two more years to forty and i've fallen off the top of the hill.
    
    ah, but to produce some good fruit for my portfolio, and indeed, life, is the challenge, i do suppose.
    
    that's a lot of time in the garden, and i've never had a green thumb.
    
    Pap
    
    
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      Gagiikwe
      January 26, 2008
      
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      Papyrus

      A brown thumb from working in the soil still produces some good fruit. A green thumb makes things grow much too easily, and we loose perspective.
      Have a good day.