Greetings Sapience,

I have been struck by inspiration, I cannot help it, so Sapience, it is my absolute honour and pleasure to present to you the second of our Series "The Tuber Triumphant: A Poetic Exploration of the Humble Solanum tuberosum.

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Beneath the crushing weight of stone and spite,
This leaden skin holds venom, holds her bite,
Yet hides sweet flesh that men await.

Then hands descend, the suns' cruel kiss
descends,
The pan's hot hunger waits where patience
ends...
And buried things rise, beautiful, in the end.

The tuber waits, even in the night.

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[Volume I - Root and Rise, Poem 2]
In Service and Friendship Eternal,

Scrivener Ramilies Da'Navi,


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Ero, in the year 998 AF.