In the cold hard ground
roots are moving
without a sound
silent soothing grooves
spreading out so far and wide
the branches above
Marking aboreal tides
Of underground love
there's no yesterday
not anymore
there is no roof
without no floor
deeper than imagined
in your shallow sleep
what can't be bought
is rooted deep
water in streams
filling the oceans
poems and screams
growing wild notions
the stars and self hatred
the average tool
the divinely fated
all sacred fools
there's no yesterday
not anymore
there is no roof
without no floor
deeper than you thought
in your shallow dream
it can't be bought
what's rooted deep
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susan marie loehe
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