Seed a circular sign in a sky
Field magnetic with felled trees

Giant compass of a leaf
The land of your terrible branching

Picture your head in a metal box
The spire of your breath steepling

You plant two stones on my cheeks
What can grow from a stone?

Sampurna Chattarji

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