(POETRY) Archaic lust of heat

Out the old dirt
Life springs anew
A base of debauchery
Out- sprout- one or two

Begging for nurture
The sun give them food
They ask but yet annex
They give not- but soon-

Three inches higher
It near steal the sky
They grapple and grab
It near grope the sun

Now it lay fruit
But greed it still claim
A greed so discreet-
Archaic lust of heat

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