II


i walk in a daze
looking to neither side of me
nor before me
fearing what i know is there
behind me
buried beneath the trampled earth within myself
can i dig(?) it out from within me?
transplant it, give it new life, new loves, my tender care,
so that it can give forth healthy life to me?
not damaged by each new day's light and the forests(?)
it raises and the blinds it sets upon the eyes?

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