OBSCURE


Only in darkness
does the Seed grow.
Dig it up to check its growth,
youll kill it, Imtellinya.

Down in the Dark
in the warm soft deep,
In Earth stirs Birth.

Never mind the dark.
Never mind not knowing.
To Grow, not to Know.

With knowing there is Control.
With not knowing, Possibility.
Control without Possibility is dead.

So let it all go,
bequeath your Carcass to Earth,
and your Breath to ever lasting Life.
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