Overhead the skies were sunny
And I’m sown in un-moving pot
Revolutions of faire planet have multiplied
Many times, since that far-off day
I now stand aged, tall and beholden
For what the soil has wrought
To have a pot at all is such
That complaints my fate betray
Yet, to spend one’s life upon same soil
Oft’ seems a battle never fought
A world seen from corner of expansive universe
And roads left untraveled, never once to stray
Autumn’s shadows now reflect graying of my hair
I ponder ceaselessly probing karma’s lot
Hath life with many wonders gone careless rushing by?
And whence December comes, ‘t is here I shall lay
Legion nights before, semen lodged in this ground
Others walked the earth that I now deem my spot
Do ancient veins ‘neath me mimic my rootbound?
Or doth primal tentacles cling to foot forever caught?
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