Soil Diaries

I,

With millions of other I's,

Near and far,

Am its source, its base, its support.

My presence appears necessary.

But would my absence stifle it?

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I lay still,

Contributing to a larger stillness,

Waiting for the winds

To inspire, to carry, to move me.

Because free will though i have,

it is only a reminder of my inability.

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Better off if bettered,

But better still, the inherently better.

So I shall

Be wetted, be tamed, be moulded,

To it better suit

A millionth bit more.

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I realize

My insignificance is of significance.

But when I

am unable to fulfil that least of purposes,

Where do I find my will to exist?

In the very it?