My Heart

A shining ribbon of steel

slashes the Flatland in half.

See the numbers rush

through the fields of chaff.

Metamorphosis,

the 2 to 4,

the 4 to 8,

my heart,

buried deep in the chocolate brown soil,

into a seed.

Next harvest,

there will be wheat.

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