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>> Planted <<

Wetted haze of pallid air Clouded blown umbrageous tyke, Ascend to me in disrepair Waft as dust in upward flight. Lift abated, upward straining, Fail my hill in heedless fray Ambition's height thus unattaining, Chased so soon by noon, away. Aloft, alone, and out of reach I watch your morning billowed breach Ride the waves that play the beach, As I stand planted.

Your moving spirit, Though it fails me, Rises more than mine Which jails me on this lofty rise You climb. While I, Gnurled, Hardened stone enrooted, Time enduring,