The Tuber Triumphant, Volume I, Poem 3
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Recently someone very dear to me said that potatoes have eyes every where, which inspired today's poem, Thank you my muse!

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How many eyes watch from the dark?
Each one a witness, each one a spark
Counting footsteps, counting heartbeats,
Counting marks.

The soil records what hands above forget -
The weight of steps, the shadow of a threat,
The patience of the root that pays the debt.

And when at last the digging comes for me,
I'll rise with all I have seen, and I'll be -
The thousand eyes that watched you from the
Deep

Still waiting, still Awake, still seeing you sleep.

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In Service Eternal,

Ramilies Da'Navi



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Lupar, in the year 998 AF.