The Ground Around It
J
James McLain
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When by my very meek existence here
it seems to be a cause of fear
and deeper is the sea of consternation.
I try to bend myself down there
to the core of there, very nature.
Seen by they it seems aloof I am
in the eye
of every pounding comes a hurricane.
shaking as if lost by simple thoughts
when the ground around them,
by my roots.
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