Foreshock

What you saw was the fire
What I hid was the seed
The memory burned everywhere
Except where I made it the deepest part of me
So when you wonder if I remember
No, for one must visit a memory
It's more like an instinct
You are my every breath
In the breeze the first sprout sways
Even in deep winter, it germinates
When the roots have crept through everything
Verdant flame replaces, yet blue spark remains
In inversion invisible no more

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