Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?
You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with
A firm stance.
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).
What, though, do I see in you?
(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now...
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