Lost in the the leaf litter...
Contemplating...
Waiting for a change in the weather...
The proper moisture content in the atmosphere...
The right place and the right time...
Years can pass, under the right conditions...
Dormant...
The potential for life is whispered in it's ears...
A promise...
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The flesh has long ago fallen away,
Decayed or otherwise consumed,
Exposing this potential for new beginnings...
This promise...
The seed coat can be a prison...
Sometimes fires have to rage outside
Before the skin can be broken...
Time served...
Exoneration...
A promise of freedom...
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Sometimes passage through the digestive system of a field beast or migratory bird
Carries it to a distant place...
Softens the seed coat...
Prepares the way...
Enzymes and fertilizer...
Even shit has it's place...
Even shit can produce beautiful things...
Life is ever changing and opportunistic...
Not always picky about where it chooses to flourish...
Not always pretty, the backstory about how a thing came to be...
Struggle is essential to the show...
The classic literary conflicts are there in every mundane moment...
From cataclysm to quiet afternoon...
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Nothing is as it seems
As the the void is constantly changing...
The dream is a churning machine
Always looking for new ways to express what it wants to be...
One plus one is always two...
Two plus two is always four...
No matter what the one is...
No matter what it thinks it's made of...
From one end of the Universe to the end of another...
The seed always wants to eventually grow as long as it retains the potential...
There is promise unless the seed forgets...
If it is crushed or destroyed...
A promise broken...
These things happen...
They make room for alternate possibilities...
New promises to be made...
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There's always another player waiting for room on the server...
Waiting for someone else to get booted off...
There's always something else waiting for it's chance to grow into the now...
Opportunistic and hungry to express...
The imagination of the void is vast...
Limitless...
An infinity of promises stretching to the end of time from the beginning of time...
And time is just a promise that orients expectation within consciousness...
A placeholder that whispers to the seed pod that it is time...
It wordlessly pronounces its name...
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