First it erases everything
That was here before it
And then it begins to die
Leaving nothing in the gaps
The secret is in the network
Of roots ripping under
The stones to find water
And then flowering
In another desert and another
Breaking open the planned
Metropolis and the unplanned
Suburban nightmares
Until stars arch a cathedral
Small creatures can traverse
Twig to twig stopping at
Nothing without falling
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