Biology is irrelevant to botany
Remove the shoot, and
Root and branch still grow
In disparate climes, in foreign soil
Truncheons thrive or wane; they never yearn
Are we heterogeneous or akin?
Do we thirst for voices thrummed
Amidst our oceanic sabbath?
The strumming of a particular
Heart and lungs - the rhythm
We sheltered under.
Not indifferent, nor immaterial
That mother
Evokes the heartbeat of one
But the hands of another.
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