You convinced me these two plants
purify the air, until alone with them now
they rip their slow forms of pain within
freedom to be else. Freedom from
compassion. That is lost. The horizon
lost in their small tear that purifies
the air. But in this paradox the loss
of salvation is equal to their suffering.
2.
Dig here, in the balance.
Serpents still, this Vegetable Nature
owns the dangerous road back of us
trees brandishing knives at the crossroads
riding out for lucre in the loss we are
a world with no memory, no death
no where to go but going our science
true Hebrew a yearning to get home.
3.
They do purify the air, a missing third prong
to the paradox that makes a place
to save ourselves, jump ship, speak,
call the name you mean to me
to find the place where we live forever.
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