Kill my body, and my kindred remain.
You can never remove us all,
though you only see an obstacle
to be overcome.
I come to heal the rifts you’ve made,
the scars [d]ragged across human hearts:
ruptures transformed into nourishment.
I am the golden-headed wine
that warms in winter’s dark;
the bold, bright color
of summer’s tinkling laughter;
the draught of rejuvenation
that purges long-held toxins.
Why do some, then, see me only
as a weed?
I hold the space where
human hearts wish to dwell,
the green-deep nourishment
that penetrates your cells.
You cannot do it alone.
Did you forget?
You need the memory of me,
you need my persistence—
the bright reflection of my face
lighting up your eyes.
You cannot do it alone.
But then, neither can I.
Your sweet song breath
upon my soft cloud head
wishes my children onward.
You must take me in
for me to fulfill my function.
I am not complete until
we two become as one.
After all, my roar is a quiet one
heard only by ears who
S T O P.
long enough to listen.
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