you are nagging at the back of my mind
tapping into my subconscious
making it conscious
whimpering in the ragged corners
and back pockets of my awareness
still I am
part of this grass at last
content with my flaws which are permanent laws
of nature
I spill words like chevron spills oil
polluting paper and soil
words pulsating through ink veins
onto dead fibers of processed trees
now I am part of the grass
at last
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