Fertility
Fertility, excess,
I know in me the whole seed process of everything
enlightening the sun to new distances.
and I am famished for attention.
and the conditions are still not right.
still you blame me for
my lack of demand - "Go Make The Conditions" -
but alas, I cannot. I am a man
but (will you ever believe me?)
Fertility
is what I am. Not who, but what.
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