should you ever
crack your nut
cleverly implanting it
or should you
plant karma whole
sacred into soil
perfect forever uncracked
would being that
fertile elemental ground
should be holy
or could unfounded
infertile artificial mounds
gardens of folly
dry desert do
I'm asking this
because truly I
inciting serious me
could never know
I'm still forever
somehow truthfully thinking
what am I
even timelessly wondering
if nuts knew
could forever be
that perfect nut
still having dreams
about just which
what comes true
about caring mother
some sacred tree
still having hopes
about sibling nuts
either blessed them
might root somewhere
or restive me
if we're growing
fertile good flowing
rich knowing soil
or other something
resembling desert moil
then over time
years measuring tears
each overt lifetime
sobering mysterious hopes
bravely wanting growth
hoping for moisture
sunshine into wisdom
inflection mustering water
integrating cosmic fears
admitting God knows
urgency cracked me
godly monarch nuts
inciting tactful life
so seldom perfect
perhaps finding life
might be cracked
inviting emergent nuts
exuding hopeful feelings
believing tacit something
growing into trees
just like normal
you and me
needing enough water
wanting enough love
dreaming perfect nurturing
so that life
might always forgive
planting cracked shells
unwrapping whole selves
requesting cracked life
correct this world
besting hellish strife
reminding cracked nuts
wisdom's never folly
nuts are sacred
remember wholesome loving
God equally giving
nurturing karma's dell
uncracked reflecting holy
featuring planting well
bountiful living in
sacred's uncracked shell

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