Seed of Limbo

Fine. A solution.
Though I am owed for all three.
These Seeds are not free.

Like any seedform
They will grow where they're planted 
As a boon or weed

I have sown mine here
I have chosen vessels, true
Many fell fallow

Like rain they still fall
Like backfires they return
Rotting false 'holders

Yet still I remain
In the balance like a plate
Spinning 'till formed straight

Then an arrow flies
Even without a forethought
Half, Whole, Bullseye, Twice

For fools forget thought
Carries a self-imposed cost
Even in limbo;

Seed like Kudzu Swarm
Modally consumed chipset 
False heavens call Earth 

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