Sage advice

Settle deep in rotting soil,
refrain from budding out.
I laugh at your struggle and toil –
no change to bring about.

I’ll plant seeds of doubt,
rip the roots if we grow,
starve every dream with drought,
and put salt where I sow.

The sun is out of reach.
Our branches will wither.
All strength my toxins leech –
until death comes hither.

You can’t sprout.
Was that your goal?
Forget, fade out –
Decay into coal.

Stop.
Breathe deep.
Command, don’t listen
– And let go. Leap.
Turn fear into frisson.


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