My roots hold sway
and burrow diligently through the
black bowels of a proud hemisphere whose
roots hold firmly to the sands of time.
My roots,
inveterate, unfettered umbilical,
patented by God and warmed by sun...
I regain strength
by the potency of your mid-rib
and have chosen sensual paths
through your protean vagaries.
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