As if our bodies were themselves seeds,
it would be logical that our dreams &
imaginations are the visions of what we
will grow into; the seed thinks the tree
is the past not knowing that is its future

go plant urself [as in "****"] - - in times
past lovers said, let's go get buried when
meaning to go have one off, commonly
in the graveyard, fostering legends of ***
monsters & dark princes; **** became a
***** word but it really means blessed; to
dig in the ground, toil & work only to be
resurrected at the end by the gardener who
planted the seed knowing what it would be

let's go get buried, I said before I spit my seed
in my mother's face; she good brown earth hole;
grass grows on her mountains;  she containing
seeds, hers & mine producing female counterparts;
miniatures of herself,  each a nature of its own,
storms & tides & floods, deserts & wet chasms
& articulated limbs & crevices; & strange eyes