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I. Overture: Call Me PlantmanCall me Plantman. Summer the War suddenly, not unexpected. For weeks The Nation's Uniformed Young amassed The Enemy border. Pump of Young like sperm into the vicious Rogue Regime. Carnage ignited a galaxy of screens, monitors. 24/7. Escape? Persona: Plantman, Keeper Protector The City's office green. Grim fluorescent light can be, will be, serene. I watered, trimmed, dusted corporate flora. Green Man at large. Horticultural Technician. Indoor Landscaper of potted plants. Verdure The City. Complex unruly. Sprout, contort, evolve. Snake-like struggle to? The Light. Anchored in cylinders of soil. Dirt. Same thing (for instance: "He soiled his pants; she dirtied her diapers" etc.) Plants too are data. Input/output. Me, my Self displaced. Fiction a New Self. Watering can, scissors, agon. Deep daydreams the war. Plantman and his room-mates, Music and BEING. Rise with dawn, Green Man, Plantman, vigorous magician! They waited for me. Potted oases of The City. Florescent days accrued-- a past! To study and transform. The City was work to be done as if into a girl. Real life living, coming to a cubicle near you. Watering can, feather duster, scissors. Adjustable Topiary Techniques apron. In Search Of: Ivy in window sills creeping up walls. Ficus, "All plants are created," veteran technicians claimed. How true. Fundamental problem keeping life alive in the steel-and-concrete City. Too late to exchange all this? For military green? Experience, not merely imagine, enemy fire? Lose Self permanently always? Gone? Exotic Time-passes, options. Imagine a camouflaged Self. Exhaustive wrenching of the will. Muscles of Being: weary, relaxed, a fist unclenched. Release the Me I bore more than a quarter century. <top>
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