Barren Ground

Matter, merely particles, dry and drifting
A warm rain, loving and uplifting
The crack fills, overflows and grows.
The earth swells, bloated and pained
A single spore descends
The empty void below the bell
Returning floods but never a seed
Lifeless blood, the death of the cradle
Hollow breast, a nurturing need

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