here seasons last years
and with no certainty
that a spring will follow a winter
or even that the spring will come
and every day you die a little more
as the fog closes down upon you
they say when you have been
left in the dark like that
you are not always left to die
and maybe you have been planted
maybe the spring
forgot its way here
or perhaps your seeds
have been buried
very, very deep
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