At the root of the dream you
Can interpret your dream as
A radish rooting into
The soft soil of home, swollen
With desire to be consumed.
No, that's too foolish. Scratch that.
It's true, but too far ahead
Of the reasons you need truth.
We all find our ways to dig
Through the world we search for food.
There's got to be something there,
Even if only something
Preoccupied with substance
Of consumptions we don't crave.
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