First in Darkness, Then the Bud

Here, particularly for me
is a hole to stick my head in.

In sand or gravel, the only thing
that keeps me visible-

what I cannot see
does not exist.

The clock hands wound
and twisted, do not affect me;

the searing sun does no damage
to my tender cells.

How profound tulip bulbs
break open, grinding through

the soil to the surface.

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