It was THE song that reminded me
that I was equal to a stem of wheat,
that there is no difference between me
and an ant,
trying to climb the walls
endlessly
with the burden of a golden seed of dues and duties
on its shoulders:
The seed, my malediction's bolder of constancy,
the seed
that rises on and on to blossom,
to spread the golden farms
of our togetherness.
