The Call

I can feel the planet 

slowly calling my name

like vines that grow

from the ground

green tendrils of light

that slowly plant

themselves into my soul

a gnawing sensation 

that is always there

calling my name 

from a close afar

with loud whispers 

and chiming bells 

still deciding how to

answer such an honor

and how to help 

a dying mother of all 

when all I have is two 

hands and vines that 

encase me more everyday

unable to escape my call 

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